"Who the hell said you could smile at messages from other men?” he said savagely, and Angelina’s heart thumped crazily. She became dumbfounded and couldn't utter a word.

“When I declared your lips as mine, so is everything that comes out of them. You can only cry and smile for me only,” he declared in his usual sadistic tone, the mixture of mint and cigarette fanning Angelina's face.

"So...what should I do now?" she muttered slowly, her heart racing as she raised her chin, making sure not to break eye contact as the gun went up and down in sync with her breath against her breasts. “What do you want?”...