His Trophy His War
“What’s wrong?”
Livia’s throat tightened, her jealousy warring with her trust in him. His “You’re my strength” from the ambush, his protective vow to keep her safe, demanded honesty. She held up Elena’s phone, her voice firm despite the heat in her chest.
“Sofia’s texting you,” she said, showing the screen, the words glaring: I’m better than her. “She’s working with Luca, pushing you to betray me.”
Her green eyes met his, raw with jealousy but steady with determination, her transformation from captive to queen teetering on his response.