บททั้งหมดของ No Longer Yours.: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 4

ISABELLE. I finished painting early that afternoon. As I massaged my hand, my eyes lingered on my bare ring finger. We had been married three years and of the three rings William had made for me, that one was my favorite. William custom-made almost everything. How had someone so close to him ended up with the same design? I rubbed the place where the ring should have been.William had said I didn’t need to attend the party, but Chloe had brought me a gift. Even though I never received it, thanking her still felt like the polite thing to do.And, if I was being honest, Roman’s voice wouldn’t leave me alone.That damned man.I went inside to get ready. The party didn’t start until evening, so I had enough time to dress and pick up a gift.Three hours later, the car stopped outside the Ashford Hotel.“Don’t wait for me. I will come back with William,” I told the driver. He smiled, clearly pleased he wouldn’t have to spend the evening waiting.Inside, I considered calling William, bu

ISABELLE. I didn’t cry all night because Roman stayed with me. In my entire life, I had cried in front of other people three times.The first was when Mom died. Dad had let me break the rule that day.The second was a week after Roman became my stepbrother.Believe it or not, twenty-one-year-old Roman had been mean. A bully and nothing short of terror.Papa punished me for that. Crying was a sign of weakness and, by extension, a sign that he had a weak child. The third time was the day my entire world fell apart.I pushed the memory away. I didn’t want to go there.To distract myself, I moved my eyes to Roman. He was still sleeping, his chest rising and falling gently. With his eyes closed, I stared at him shamelessly. He hadn’t changed much. He still had the same face that was carved like a Greek god. Paired with lashes too long to belong to a man. Had his cheekbones always been that high? My eyes trailed to his Adam’s apple, then to his chest. When had he gotten this broad? A