POV - Stella Grace."What are you doing in my room?!" I shrieked, fumbling with the buttons of my gown, my heart hammering against my ribs. I practically tore through my clothes, yanking my hair into a messy bun and covering it with a scarf, my movements jerky with a mix of fear and fury. Once I was somewhat presentable, I glared at him, my voice a low, dangerous growl. "Every single day with you is a test of my sanity! Just leave!"But of course, he didn't budge. He just sauntered past me, the audacity of him, and flopped onto my bed as if he owned the place. "Rough day, sweetheart," he mumbled, already pulling the covers up. "Let me just get some sleep.""I don't care if you wrestled a dragon!" I roared, my patience officially in tatters. "Get out, now, or I swear to God, I'm calling the police! I don't care what they think – my Lord knows I'm innocent!" I gestured wildly towards the door, my hand trembling, silently daring him to challenge me.Instead of moving, he whimpered, a trul
Last Updated : 2025-07-15
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