Marco’s POV

After I pinned her to the wall, I said, grinding my teeth, “you are doing it on purpose, going to your bedroom, you want my parents to know how I treat you.”

She shook her head vigorously, and said, “No, no I didn’t”

She was behaving like a five-year-old kid; innocence was painted on her whole face. It’s been so long I have seen her from so close; her skin is so delicate, but her eyes are again empty the same as it was when she lost her mother.

I sneered, hearing her reply, let her go, and said, “Better you don’t try to pull any stunt in...