Chapter 65
“What the fuck were you doing just standing there? You could’ve gotten hurt, Elara!” He yelled.
He felt his blood boil
The sight of her standing so close to the flames, lost in thought, sent a surge of fear and anger through him. What if the fire had spread? What if she had gotten burned? The idea of anything happening to her made his blood run cold.
He was so furious that she had been reckless. That she had scared the hell out of him.
“Stop” she shouted. Dante’s brows knitted together, frustration flickering in his stormy gaze, “Elara-”
“Don’t,” she snapped. Her chest rose and fell with each ragged breath, her hands clenched into tight fists. “Don’t show your fake concern.”
Dante exhaled slowly, feeling the beginnings of a headache. His temples throbbed as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
“For fuck’s sake,” he muttered, “Are you on your damn period? Your mood swings are getting wild.” Elara’s nostrils flared as she gave him a deadly glare
“You asshole,” she seethed. “Do you think this is a fucking joke!
Dante clenched his jaw, his patience wearing thin like a razor’s edge. His muscles were taut, his fingers twitching at his sides. Before Elara could ́unleash her full fury, Dante grabbed her hand and yanked her toward himself, pinning her between him and the wall behind her.
Brushing aside her question with a smouldering look, Dante leaned in “You’re not speaking to like that,, He murmured.” Never” He stretched the word dangerously.
And why the hell are you acting like this?” His voice was sharp, laced with growing irritation. “You’ve been snapping at me since I walked in, what the hell happened? Why the fuck their was fire here?”
“I set the fire myself, Elara cut him off, her voice shaking with fury.
Dante’s dark eyes locked onto hers, his expression unreadable. “What?”
She lifted her chin and proudly said. “I burned it.”
Silence streiched between them. Dante’s gaze flickered to the charred remains on the floor, then back to her standing there in his oversized shirt and shorts, looking like both an angel and a nightmare at once.
He took a single, lethal step toward her. Before she could react, his hand wrapped around her throat not tightly, not to hurt, but to control. His grip was firm, his thumb resting just below her jawline, feeling the rapid pulse hammering beneath her skin. His dark eyes, stormy and burning, locked
onto hers
His teeth were clenched as he spoke, his voice low and deadly.
and why the fuck would you do that” Elara looked him in the eyes before saying.
“Because I refuse to wear another woman’s scraps.”
“The fuck are you talking about?” His voice was steel, his body a coiled spring ready to snap
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“Do you respect me as your wife?” she cut him off, her voice sharp yet laced with something fragile. Dante gently tucked a stray lock of her h belul her car
He then pulled her close by her throat “You know I do.”
Elara’s lagath lutched.
Then, her fury exploded. “Not” she shouted stepping closer, eyes blazing. “You are a
Dante’s jaw locked
“Anur, he whispered “No, don’t say something you don’t mean”
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Chapter 65
u put me in that women’s fucking clothes, how dare you?”
“You gave me her dress!” Her voice trembled, her body shaking with emotion. “You put me
Dante stiffened, confusion flashing across his face. “What the fuck are you talking about?“.
Elara let out a bitter scoff. “Don’t act like you don’t know!” Her fingers dug into her palms. “You dare make me wear a dress? You gave it to her!”
Dante inhaled sharply, realization settling in. “Elara..
“Tell me I’m wrong.
Elara’s voice was dangerously soft, but the fury in her eyes burned like a raging fire. She stepped closer, her chin lifted a little. “Look me in the eyes and tell me.”
Dante’s jaw flexed, his patience snapping like a frayed wire.
Enough.
ith a sudden, violent motion, he slammed his Est against the wall beside her head, the impact echoing through the room like a gunshot. The walls shook with his rage.
Elara did flinch a little, but she held his gaze, daring him, pushing him further into the inferno.
then his phone rang.
His head turned sharply at the sound, his nostrils flaring as he yanked it out of his pocket. “What?” he barked.
Silence. Then, a voice on the other end.
His expression shifted just slightly.
ill without another word.
“I’m coming. His voice was clipped, controlled, but the veins in his neck were still taut with fury. He cut the call
His grap tightened around the phone, his knuckles white. His entire body vibrated with rage as his dark eyes bore into her.
“I have spoiled you too much,” his voice was dangerous, “that you forget your place.”
Elara’s lips parted, fury flashing across her face, but he didn’t let her speak.
“We’ll talk soon,” he muttered, already turning away, grabbing his shirt and jacket, preparing to walk the fuck out before he did something he might
“Dante Romano.” Ebra called after him, her voice steady.
He paused
“Husband or not,” she declared, every syllable razor–sharp, “I won’t let you disrespect me.”
Slowly, he turned back around.
His eyes, dark as a midnight storm, locked onto hers with: a dangerous intensity
Elara refused to look away.
A slow, humorless smirk curled at the corner of his lips, but his gaze held no amusement. Only dark, simmering rage.
“I will show you his voice was a deathly whisper, “what disrespect truly looks like
