Chapter seventy-six

"No, you tell me why you left me," Andrea said, his eyes already drowsy and I was almost at the same peak as him. Both of us have engaged in massive drinking.

"I didn't leave you, you never cared about me, because I became the daughter of the man you hated." I said and he pointed his gaze at me, that term seemed to have seeped him in.

"And that of my father's mate." I spurred, taking another shot, my face twitched into displeasure, the tank in my stomach almost bulging from the continual consumption only if I realised I'm narcissistic.

It was a complicated relationship we shared, and I was fully aware of the fact our coming together was just infatuation at the back of my memory.

"It wasn't intentionally, Lucia seeing that marking on you only hurt my feelings, when I learned that Ramanov was your father I beamed with joy but the revelation after I couldn't happen to bear it." He let out, glad to know he had his vantage point, which was the fact that my mother made life hard for him, bi