Jane POV:
I once again stare at him in disbelief, I cannot stop but blinking nervously for he is having the audacity to assume that I can be threatened into a marriage, for God’s sake, is this man really serious?
I open my mouth to speak my outraged mind, but I bit my lower lip instead, this conversation ends here, it’s not even worth to waste a breath, the minute I walk out of here, I plan to avoid this ravishing man for the rest of my life.
What person with a sane brain would ever believe that a marriage could be crafted on insults, accusations or intimidation?
Is he some kind of Italian Don from some distant past where women were mere objects at a man’s disposal, where marriages relied on some sort of vendetta?
Though we met a few hours ago, he undeniably prevailed in invading my
