Chapter Twelve: A Taste of Jealousy and Chapter Thirteen: The Volcano Beneath
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That night, Julian brought a date to the pre-wedding cocktail hour.
Sasha’s stomach twisted the moment she saw the tall, leggy blonde hanging on his arm.
She shouldn’t care.
She couldn’t care.
But when Julian’s eyes found hers across the candlelit terrace, something passed between them. Something sharp. Something heated.
Jealousy, Sasha realized.
And not just hers.
His eyes flicked to the man talking to her—Alex, the charming bartender from the rehearsal dinner.
Julian’s jaw clenched.
And suddenly, they were in a different kind of war.
Chapter Thirteen: The Volcano Beneath
After the event, Sasha returned to her villa.
She didn’t expect Julian to be waiting there.
But he was.
Hands in pockets. Shirt unbuttoned. Eyes full of fire.
“You’re angry,” she said flatly.
“So are you,” he replied.
She stepped around him, but he caught her arm—gently, insistently.
“I brought her to prove a point,” he said.
“Congrats. I got it loud and clear.”
“You’re the only woman I see, Sasha.”
She closed her eyes.
“I can’t do this.”
“You already are.”
He stepped closer. “Tell me you felt nothing that night. Look me in the eye and lie.”
She opened her mouth—
And said nothing.
Because the lie refused to come.
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