Catharina Maura

Elena can’t stop staring at her engagement ring, and I can’t stop staring at her.

“You’re mine, Elena. Your body is mine, but make no mistake, your every thought is mine too. Don’t you dare even dream about anyone else.”

“And that’s where you went wrong,” he says, yanking Sebastian’s hand off mine, his anger overflowing. “Don’t fucking touch my woman. Don’t look at her. Don’t speak to her. Don’t even fucking think about her. If you ever come near her again, I’ll do worse than sink your fucking share price.”