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Jabco watched her, irritation and helplessness twisting together inside him.Still no response.She turned and walked toward the bathroom.“Riyana,” he called, his patience thinning.She stopped with her hand on the bathroom door. Then she turned to face him, her eyes finally meeting his.“I genuinely don’t have interest in what you do or who you’re with,” she said, her voice steady but cold. “If you have a problem, you can walk out of this room. I won’t say a single word.”She paused, then added quietly, “You know me very well. I don’t like to talk much. So please, leave me be.”She pushed the bathroom door open, stepped inside, and shut it hard behind her.The sound echoed.Jabco stood there, staring at the closed door. His hands slowly curled into fists at his sides. He didn’t knock. He didn’t shout.He knew her.If he pushed now, she would re

Riyana walked into the bedroom slowly and closed the door behind her.She sat down on the edge of the bed and rested her hands on her lap, staring at the floor for a long moment. Her head felt heavy, and her stomach still felt unsettled.She didn’t understand why. She had eaten breakfast in the morning. It wasn’t like she had completely starved herself. Yes, she had skipped lunch, but she had coffee in the afternoon. That shouldn’t have made her feel like this.Yet the nausea was there. Not sharp, but dull and persistent.She pressed her palm lightly against her stomach and leaned back, breathing slowly. Maybe it was stress. The last few days had been a mess. Too many thoughts, too many worries piling up on her chest. Her emotions felt out of control lately. One moment she was angry, the next she felt tired, then suddenly scared for no clear reason.Maybe her body was reacting to everything her mind had been trying to ignore.She lay b

Riyana blinked and stepped back, breaking the moment. “Are you expecting someone?” she asked.Jabco turned and walked out of the room toward the door.Something about it made Riyana uneasy, so she followed him.When he opened the door, two men came into view.“Mr. Grey,” one of them said respectfully, “these are the clothes you ordered for Mrs. Grey.”Mrs. Grey?The words hit her hard.No one ever called her that. No one even knew about their marriage.Jabco stepped aside, and now she could see them clearly.Riyana’s eyes widened in shock.Two tall men stood at the door, both broad-shouldered, dressed in black suits. They looked intimidating, the kind of men you’d expect to see standing behind a crime boss, not delivering clothes. Even in suits, they carried a dangerous aura.Her gaze dropped to one of their necks.A long tattoo stretched up from his collar.She swallowed.She knew bodyguards often had tattoos, but this one was impossible to miss. It only made them look more frighteni

His dark eyes fixed on her face, deep and unreadable. For the first time, there was something unfamiliar in his gaze. Not anger. Not dominance.Helplessness.But Riyana didn’t notice it.She turned slightly, ready to walk away again.That was when everything happened too fast.A car suddenly pulled up beside her, brakes screeching loudly. Before she could react, the door swung open and a strong arm grabbed her.“What....."She was dragged inside roughly.Her ankle hit the car frame, a sharp pain shooting up her leg. Tears sprang to her eyes instantly.“You psychopath!” she shouted, pushing at his chest. “Have you lost your mind?”Jabco shut the door with a loud thud and leaned over her, trapping her against the seat. His face was close, his presence overwhelming.“I’m sorry,” he said calmly. “But you didn’t leave me any options.”His voice was steady, b

Riyana’s gaze drifted across the hall. Lily noticed the change immediately.“Hey,” she said quietly. “You sure you’re okay?”Riyana hesitated, then nodded. “I will be.”Lily studied her for a moment. “Did someone say something to you?”Riyana shook her head. “Not something I want to ruin tonight with.”Lily didn’t push. That was one of the reasons Riyana trusted her. Lily knew when to ask and when to stay silent.They stopped before another painting. A peaceful one this time. Soft pastels. A woman sitting by a window, sunlight touching her face.“This one feels lonely,” Lily said.Riyana nodded. “But calm.”“Sometimes calm is just loneliness that learned to behave,” Lily replied.Riyana glanced at her. “You’ve been getting philosophical.”Lily smirked. “Hanging around artists does that.”