Olivia
I forced myself to hold Dante’s gaze, refusing to let him see the tremor running through me. His dark, predatory stare felt like a physical touch, but I wouldn't back down. Not now.
“It doesn’t matter if it’s a contract or not, Dante,” I said, my voice steady despite the tightness in my chest. “I love Liam. You need to understand that.”
He arched an eyebrow, a hint of amusement playing on his lips. “Do you, Olivia? Or are you just telling yourself that to keep the world in order?”
I took a step forward, closing the distance between us. “You can say whatever you want. But I’m not the kind of woman who can be swayed by a few smooth words and a dangerous smirk. I know exactly who you are, Dante Maddox. And I’m not interested.”
A muscle in his jaw tightened. “You think you can resi
