Page 103 of Legacy
Because his smile fades.
His eyes don’t burn with rage—they hollow. Like I took the last bit of light he had and snuffed it out.
He stands. Slow. Controlled. Like a man holding himself together by threads.
“I give you three weeks,” he says, voice quiet. “Three weeks, Adriana. You’ll give in. And when you do, you’ll wish you hadn’t said that. There is no end to this marriage. There is no end tous.”
My breath hitches.
Then I laugh bitterly.
“No end? what are you going to do? You can’t just lock me away. I have family, I have friends, I can’t just disappear Angelo. If I choose to leave you I will.”
He smirks and tilts his head.
“You won’t want to,butif you leave I’ll call in every favor I’ve ever been owed to make sure no firm in the country touches your name, not unless you’re wearing mine.”
Bastard.
My jaw locks. My chest rises.
This isn’t a negotiation anymore. This isn’t even a war. This is an ambush.
“You’re really going to force me to stay?!”
“It’s not forcing just because you act like you don’t want me Adriana. Webothknow that’s not true.”
I want to hurl. And then hurl something towards his head.
He has no fucking clue what I want anymore.
I take another bite of crust, chew slowly, deliberately. I swallow down the heat in my throat.
Then I stand.
His jaw ticks once.
“Fine,” I say, my voice steel.
His eyes lock on mine.
“You want a wife? I’ll be theworstfucking wife you ever had.”
His entire body stills for a fraction and then he moves closer, carefully. Like a predator that’s just cornered something wild and isn’t sure if it’ll pounce or break.
“Theworst?” he mimics.
“Yes.”
As soon as I say it, the look on his face makes me want to swallow them back.
Angelo holds my gaze, that tongue dragging across his bottom lip again.
The air between us is thick enough to choke on.
He smirks.
“Good. I know just how to make you my obedient girl again, Tesoro.”
