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"Do you really think a monster like me would ever let you go?"



















Chapter Twelve

EVERYTHING BECAME CLEARto Sylvain the moment his wife said she no longer wanted him.

"What do you think you're doing?"

There would come a point in time when it was no longer enough to bare one's soul.

"Let me go!"

And more drastic action was needed—

"Put me down!"

—even if it meant tossing his wife over his shoulder as he carried her out of the room.

Sylvain's photographic memory had him wasting little time. In moments, he was exactly where he needed to be.

His wife cried out in shock as he tossed her unceremoniously on the bed. But even though she was remarkably quick in recovering and once again attempting to escape—

"Not so fast,ma petite."

Sylvain had her trapped under his big body in the next second, the military-grade blanket whipped over them for privacy. Since he had no time to search for surveillance cameras, this would have to do in ensuring that nobody saw what was designed for his eyes alone.

Liana was now staring up at him in shock, her dazed blue eyes telling him that she had finally figured out what he had in mind.

"You can't possibly be serious," she whispered.

A humorless smile twisted over his lips. "Then you clearly don't know me well enough."

"But this is in—"

"Enough."He was done talking. Done negotiating. It was time to claim what was his, and make her understand that he was hers, had always been hers, and would always be hers.

"Sylvain—"