(Dominic)
There's no way I will accept that Hazel is a Sullivan.
" Is this your scheme to dissolve our engagement? Is this your own way of trying to tear me away from your woman?" I barked at him, losing my composure.
" A Sullivan? My foot!"
How could he stoop so low to such antics? How did he intend to convince me with such a made-up tale?
" Wouldn't that make her your relative?" I scorned. " You Sullivan's are cold-blooded bas****!"
I have never felt so mad at him like now. My stomach churns.
My fists clenched, chest puffed in rage. How could he?
" That doesn't answer my question," he maintained, with an unflinching gaze that seemed to stare directly into my soul. My veins pulsed in rage.
I shot him a cold glare. " You want an answer? You think too high of yourself to demand
