LOGIN"Can you take this back? I appreciate the compliment but I don't want to drink this respectfully.""I apologize, ma'am, but we have a policy here-""She is married. Take the goddamn drink back."Dominic's voice was so sharp that the waiter actually flinched."R-right away sir."The waiter hurriedly took the drinks back and left immediately."Who sent it though?" I mumbled as I started to look around."Interested?""No. Just curious." I looked at Dominic, "What about you?""No.""Why?" "Because you are married to me."My heart did a sudden flip.What did he just say?Why does he always say something like that? It's frustrating how my heart always go wild.What are you doing to me Dominic?Am I really falling for you?ANNA'S POV"Don't you dare walk out on me, Francis!" I said firmly."You don't have any rights to decide what I do." he reached for the doorknob.My hands formed into a clench."How dare you talk to me like that?" I said as I stepped closer to him."You're not Lilary. Th
I glanced at Dominic, who was fixing his sleeves.I still can't get over what happened earlier. I did not expect that.I put down my comb and applied red lipstick. I pressed my lips together and smiled.My red dress hugged my curves, and it also matched my makeup perfectly.I stood up and walked past Dominic before opening the walk-in closet and choosing a four-inch nude heel.I stared at myself in the mirror and tried to keep myself calm.I can't believe Dominic and I are going out to dinner. It's like a date.The thought somehow made the butterflies dance in my stomach.I sighed as I realized that anyone could approach us at any time to ask about Francis's conference. Although the rumors were already starting to die down, I still couldn't shake off the feeling."I might as well cancel the reservation."My head turned toward the door, and I saw Dominic leaning on the doorframe, looking... refreshed.He was wearing a tailored two-piece suit in a warm, light beige, with the cut featuri
"Ma'am, as much as I want to tell you, I can't."I rolled my eyes secretly. "Come on, this is just between us. I won't tell Dominic—""Like what I said when I helped you get the master comfortable after he fell asleep?" He raised his eyebrow, his hands behind his back.I scratched the side of my head. "That was an accident. I was trying to convince him to attend his late wife's death anniversary.""Ma'am, I apologize—""Are you really going to ruin my morning by not telling me what I want to know?"I watched as his face tightened, and I smiled secretly.Gotcha!"Mrs. Hemenez, it was the master's order that we don't tell anyone what his childhood was like," Gregory said calmly.Or so I thought. What a bummer."You're just as stubborn as Dominic—""Thank you.""Uh, no. I was actually going to say it's annoying."He looked at me, surprised. "No wonder the master agreed to marry you." He turned around to leave."What? Hey! Get back here!"I ran to catch up to him when his pace suddenly in
"Something wrong?"I looked up at Dominic in surprise. "No, not at all."He stared at me for a second too long before focusing back on his meeting.He looks so intimidating, as always, but why does it suit him? Has he been like this since he was a child?What's up with his childhood that Gregory is so afraid to talk about?Now I'm curious, but you know what they say, curiosity kills the cat.Why am I even thinking about this?I just hope that he doesn't realize I am lying, as I am sure that he will remind me again of his one and only condition in our marriage that I always break.Something in me is screaming to not let Dominic know, as he already has a lot on his plate.Am I making the right decision, though?Who knew marrying Dominic would be this chaotic?I bit my inner cheek as I archived the email. I will tell him, just not now.Is it really true that the Dawsons are afraid Dominic will have a new heir? I mean, if I were in their situation, I would feel that way too, but do they r
An invitation for me? For Francine's death anniversary?Why would there be an invitation for me? Isn't it inappropriate?I bit my lower lip as I stared at my name written in elegant cursive.Dominic and I are currently discussing whether to go or not, but it seems like Dominic's mind is already made up."We are not going.""What? Why?" I closed the invitation card."It's not convenient."I crossed my arms. "Gregory told me last night how you always wanted to go to Francine's tomb."His gaze sharpened. "That doesn't mean we are going."I rolled my eyes. "I give up." I threw my arms in the air in surrender.There is no way I am winning an argument with this man."Good."I sat on the couch opposite where he was sitting.I swear I sometimes get emotionally tired of arguing with Dominic. How hard is it to convince this man of steel?I looked at Dominic as he flipped a page of the book he was reading.I unknowingly tilted my head. He looks so intimidating that it makes me wonder if he's alw
I ended the call with a heavy sigh.How could Francis do this?"What did he say?" I massaged my temples. "He wants me to talk to him about Anna's pregnancy or he'll release another press conference."Dominic tsked before taking a sip of his coffee."He wouldn't do that," he said calmly."How do you know? He even released a statement about us getting married."Dominic just keeps drinking his coffee, totally unbothered.Can you be more serious? We are talking about thousands to millions of people judging us," I said, clearly getting frustrated.He slowly put down his mug before meeting my eyes. "I already took care of that issue, wife." Wife.Why do I feel like it sounds like a joke?Is it because I still can't get over the fact of what he answered to my question last night?Why did he just dozed off to sleep after saying that?FLASHBACK TO LAST NIGHTDid you love Francine?" He stopped stroking my cheek."Yes."I felt my heart stop. My gaze dropped on the floor.But I know that I do







