~YULIA
My burning anger only intensified.
She even had the guts to demand who I was as if she owned the place. I was the only one in the right position to ask that question. It was my house too!
'Okay, maybe my last sentence is selfish and shameless. It's not really my house but I can lay a claim to it since my mother married their father and it automatically made him my stepfather,' I mumbled inwardly.
The bottom line was that she had no right to demand who I was like that.
"s**t! I'm so sorry, Yulia," Ian stated and threw a shooting glance at Arya. "This is your fault. You made me forget!"
Then he walked down to me and took my hand in his as he had done earlier. This helped to curb the fire in my throat. There was no longer any reason to unleash it.
"Yulia, I want
