Ariana's POV.
"I am ready to sacrifice myself," the words let out from my quivering lips as my eyes shed a tear.
"What?" Vincent shouted. "No! You... you don't have to do anything," he dismissed my offer.
I was shocked to hear him. He wanted this, right? That was the reason he pursued me, gave me a good job in his company, kept me here in his mansion, and... and made me fall for him. So why was he still pretending to be nice and good to me?
"Why? Didn't you want this? Didn't your family and people want your queen back? Isn't this why I am here in your life, your mansion, and your room?" My voice became weak as the words formed in my throat with great difficulty, and more tears started to pour down.
"F*ck, Ariana!" He swore and wiped my cheeks.
His eyes roamed over my face. The furrow
