Page 84 of Merciless Billionaire's Savage Desire

“That’s not possible,” Dante said, his voice rising. “You expect me to believe that you are around him, and he feelsnothingfor you?”

Anya was gorgeous. Every time Dante looked at her, the more he fell in love.

The thought of keeping her to himself was the hardest challenge of his life. If they hadn’t fought at the courthouse that day, if things had gone differently, he might have married her by now so that no one else ever gets a chance to snatch her from him. He wouldn’t have left her alone for a second.

But now, the regret for letting her go, and the fear of getting replaced by Luca was killing him.

And here she was, sitting across from him, telling him how Luca didn’t feel anything for her.

"How the hell is that possible?" Dante’s voice was low, controlled but seething with frustration.

"Why isn’t it possible?" Anya snapped back, leaning forward, folding her arms over her chest. "Are you really going to do this?"

“Because he’s single. You’re single. You're with him every fucking day. And now you’re his damn secretary? There’s no way he doesn’t feel something for you."

Anya’s anger flared. ‘This damn man. He is possessive, controlling, and yet so clueless. How can he not see I’m in love with him? I never look at another man the way I look at him, but in his eyes, every other man is an option for me.’

Anya slammed her hands on the table, leaning forward. “What about you and your secretary then? You’re unmarried and nowfreshly single, and she’s the same, isn’t she?"

“I’m not single,” Dante snapped. “I have a girlfriend.You. And you’re the one I’m going to marry.”

"Not anymore. That ended the day you walked away from me at the courthouse," Anya said coldly, her voice emotionless. "From the moment you walked away, I stopped being your girlfriend, and I stopped being the woman you were going to marry. That was the end of us."

The way Dante looked at her made her skin crawl. Dante’s stare turned deadly.

Anya felt a shiver run through her. She knew he was angry, but she hadn’t expected him to react like this. He had hurt her so deeply, and now, he expected her to just sit down and talk it through like it was nothing.

“I don’t agree,” he said quietly. “I didn’t agree to a breakup. It doesn’t count."

"I don’t need you to agree," Anya scoffed, voice hard. “I don’t want you as my boyfriend anymore.”

His eyes scorched her. “Don’t fucking say that, Anya. You have no idea the kind of things going through my mind right now. Iamyour boyfriend, and your future husband.”

She leaned back in her chair, folding her arms. “Oh please. Rich, coming from the man who fired me, hired a new secretary within two days, and then told me to get out in front of everyone. Now you want to play boyfriend again?”

“I’ll transfer her. I’ll fire her right now if you want.” Dante’s voice was sharp, urgent. “Whatever you want. Just say it.”

Anya stared at him, dark eyes narrowed in disbelief. "Why would you fire her for me?"

“I don’t have any feelings for her. I can do whatever I want,” Dante said coldly, his voice low and sharp. “And I don’t give expensive things—like a million dollar ring—to people I know casually or to my secretary to get attached to me or get the wrong idea."

Anya’s jaw clenched. Her fingers curled tightly into her lap, realizing that he was once again referencing the ring Luca had given her.That damn ring.

The nerve.

But she forced herself to stay calm, her gaze locking onto his with ice. “Fine. If that’s how you see it, then I won’t quit either. I have nothing to do with Luca. We’re just employees at a company with a working relationship."

“Anya—” Dante stood abruptly, anger flashing in his eyes just as a man appeared beside them.

“Hello, Ms. Anya, Mr. Dante,” the man greeted cheerfully, unaware of the tension boiling at the table. “I’m the manager of the hotel.”

Without waiting for a reply, he placed a dish between them with a polished smile. “Ms. Anya, this is the special dish you loved last time. You were so happy when you came here with Mr. Stanson.”

Anya froze.

The manager continued with too much excitement. “He had asked me to make sure you’re always taken care of whenever you visit. He specifically requested we serve you this dish.”

Dante’s face darkened. He straightened slowly, his shoulders tensing as he glared at her.

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