Arabella recoiled, her body tensing with repulsion. With a surge of defiance, she wrenched herself from his grasp, her palm connecting with a resounding slap across his cheek. "What has gotten into you, Mason?" she demanded, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and disbelief.
"You are my wife. Can't I kiss you?" he asked. "Or is it only Damon Banks? The one who will be your husband soon?"
Arabella pushed Mason away. He stumbled backward, and she stepped back.
"You brought this upon yourself, Mason. You pushed me towards Damon because you wanted to be more powerful than him. Now you can have it," she said.
Arabella walked out of the kitchen, heading for the stairs. But as she reached the middle, Mason's voice caught her attention:
"You know, I always wanted to marry you. You were pr
