MARCO’S POV Hivan held me by the neck, maybe he felt he was the one with the power, “if you lay a finger on Emily, I'll make sure I kill you. I don't care if you're Marco Virell Martini.” “My house, my rules, my property, my opinion.” I looked him in the eyes, “If I choose to kill my own wife, you have no say in that.” The last part came out cold and teasing. His jaw clenched, the hand that gripped my neck tightened. Knowing that I could end this right now, and still chose to keep it going, making him feel like he's in charge was a little amusing… but the hand gripping my neck wasn't. His eyes darkened with a resolve, in the next minute, he flung me across the wall, still wanting to make him feel powerful, I threw myself to the wall which accentuated my hit. The pain that shot through my ribs made me almost regret my decision, I was used to pain… but not this kind of voluntary pain. If I was going to keep him in my house, I needed certainty that he was on our side, or at least..
Last Updated : 2025-10-21
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