Third Person POVIn fact, she was waiting for the young woman to start wailing any minute now which should be expected.But listening to her taunt Qianci whole face turned beet red from the fury churning in her.Nobody had ever said that on her face! Her husband's infidelity was world-famous scandal but nobody ever voices a thing about it."I love my husband! He was the father of my dead son! Who the hell are you, insolent lass—"Before Qianci could go on Svetlana cut her off, "Same reason. I love him too and if I can have a piece of his heart, I don't mind sharing him."Svetlana cringed inwardly at her own words. It was some words she caught on a sappy drama.Infuriated, by the direct insult, Old Madam Gianni stood up from her seat...It wasn't like Svetlana didn't respect aged people of the society; it was just that she had a limit of things she sacrificed and right now she had a fuzzled up brain.And her self-esteem wasn't in the

Third Person POVAs Svetlana fell unconscious, Luca ran to Svetlana and caught her by the waist, breaking her fall.Qianci and Juana stood up in shock. In dismay, they reached forward to inspect the girl but one look from Luca had them halting.He brought his hand on her face and patted her cheeks. He fiercely shook her but to no avail, she didn't budge.He opened her eyes to see them half rolled back, dilated. He picked her Bridal style and laid her in his lap as he sat on the sofa. He had a crazed look in his eyes."Baby, Get up! Damn it!" He was practically shouting.He looked around frantically, picked a glass of water from the table, and sprinkled some on her.He was feeling his heart beating abnormally. He was for the first time scared. He had given her a custom-made drug. It was well experimented but...But could it be because of the drug's side effect, right? He didn't know what he will do in that case. Any

Third Person POV Svetlana turned the shower off and climbed out. She grabbed the pink towel and wrapped it on her wet hairs then took the other one and draped it on her body The shower had its personal hot tub but Svetlana didn't have time for a relaxing bath Luca had been gone to the office since the morning. She didn't because she was supposedly 'pregnant' and shouldn't be straining her body so much, so she was forced to resign Not that she had a hand in it. Neither was a resignation written by her nor was a notification given to her. Luca took care of it The Elders had no objections as Luca had decided that he will cohabit with Svetlana and the whole purpose of going to the office was satisfied She didn't argue too. The place was too domestic and civilized for her taste Luca was too overbearing that he even decided what she would wear. He was just too bossy but Svetlana didn't want to cause an argument or commotion when she

Third Person POV"What are you thinking so hard?"Svetlana let out a deep breath. He was just so overbearing. He even wanted to control what she spoke, did, or even thought.He wanted to occupy everything about the things or people he 'owned'.He kept her around for his 'entertainment'. Because she was a new subject to dissect, to know all nooks and crannies of.He liked her because she was unique to his world, something novel.Svetlana smiled sweetly, the hollowness in it only she could feel, "I was thinking...this isn't your Mansion where you live. Right?"Luca chuckled, his frown smoothening, "Yeah, it isn't, but I wanted that house to be our Matrimonial House besides I am upgrading that Mansion for security and we needed a little renovating there before we get shifted there once we are married."Marriage was something he was trying too. To know the perks of it. Svetlana nodded and looked again out of the window, uninterested in conversations anym

Third-Person POV At noon, Ashley took her to her room and tried to help her pack. They were packing everything in the order she was telling them to. There were too many memories, souvenirs, and even tapes of Sandra. The girl sure lived to brighten the world with her pure joy and carefree aura. Svetlan glanced at a picture frame with a frown on her face. In the picture, the girl was holding a bunny and was sitting flopped on the grass. Svetlana glanced at the mirror then turned back to the photo. She was like a mirror image of her except the honey hazel hair and the innocence, purity, fragility, and virtual allure on her. The girl was everything she wasn't. Luca must be blind or something. The girl was a kind that made men protective of her, she would have attracted them like a scented flower attracted bees. Svetlana felt a resentment like never before ignite. She wanted to know who the young woman and her myste