DAMIAN’S POV.
Mirabel took a deep breath and placed her fingers on my lips. “Shhh… you don’t owe me any explanation.”
I raised my eyebrows, confused. “Of course I owe you an explanation,” I said.
But she cut me off before I could finish. “No, we are not dating, and Vivian is your betrothed, so I shouldn’t be mad. I will leave so you can settle things with her.”
With that, she turned to leave, but I grabbed her hand and pulled her back, turning her so she faced me. Her soft, delicate hands rested on my chest. “Vivian and I ended the arranged marriage when she breached the contract. She cheated, and we are done.
And I’m not saying this just because my relationship with her ended, and now I need a replacement. No, I’m with you because there’s no one—no one—I’d rather be with than you.
