CEO's Pursuit: Longing for His Lost Bride
The sharp sound of the slap rang through the room, a sharp contrast to the oppressive silence that followed.
Damian stood still, his head turning slightly from the force of the slap. He didn’t speak, just wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. His expression shifted, but it wasn’t one of anger—it was cold, calculating. He smirked.
“You’ll regret that,” he said, his voice icy, the threat clear.
“I’ll never marry you. Never,” Lilia retorted, her chest heaving with anger.
Damian’s eyes gleamed with something dark, unreadable. “You think you have a choice, Lilia? You do. But let’s see if you still feel that way when you see what happens next.”
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