MarianaI left Ethan's office fuming, as Aunt Celina would say, but that's exactly how I felt at that moment—truly boiling with anger, bubbling even. Despite my terribly swollen face, I had left my house to personally go to Ethan's company, after searching for the correct address on Google, with the sole intention of telling him face-to-face what I thought about him sending an unwanted gift to my house without my consent.Recalling the moment when they arrived at my house with a bed to deliver, on Ethan Constantino's orders, reignites all my fury. The audacity of that wretched cretin to try to control even the bed I sleep on in my own room. The room is mine, the house is mine, and he has no right to meddle in matters that have nothing to do with him. I would never accept someone who interfered in my life in that way, without any prior conversation, without any dialogue, just doing whatever they want, however, they please.But as if Ethan's actions weren't enough to completely drive me
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