You’ve Got Fire
"Ivina, stop sulking. Even if you're mad, you have to eat for our baby. She's hungry. If you don't like Giara, I'll send her away before the wedding. But you have to promise me one thing."
Simon gripped my shoulders, his expression deadly serious. "Don't lay a hand on her. She doesn't know anything. She's still young."
"Of course," I heard myself say, my voice distant and hollow.
Satisfied, he pulled me into his arms and whispered sweet nothings meant to comfort.
My body went rigid as I listened.
Just then, his phone buzzed. After a quick glance at the screen, Simon immediately let go of me and stood up. "I have an urgent family meeting. I'll get going now. Rest well, okay?"
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