Elena

His eyes growling nefariously towards me with the intentions of ending my life at that point.

Thrusting his face closer to mine, it got my heartbeat deflating and inflating with the hotness of his breath which fell on my lips.

Diego hurled, still not breaking his fucking hand from my neck. “Every fucking single attitude of yours is adding to the desire to just fucking kill you Elena, or have you grown tired of your life-“

“I woke up hungry, and the maid told me that Don Martins would like to have breakfast with me, tell me what I should have fucking done? When the person who brought me...