Xavier,
The drive unfolded in near silence, broken only by the engine's low hum and the chauffeur's occasional phone buzz.
I kept my eyes closed, brows drawn tight while my fingers tapped against my thigh, calculating the shifting threats exposed that evening. Marianna sat beside me, her presence both irritating and intriguing. When she reached for that red pendant, I broke the quiet.
"This pendant is not yours, is it?" I asked coldly, fixing my gaze on her.
She tilted her head defiantly. "Who else's would it be?"
My brows knitted. "The original owner."
She chuckled with biting sarcasm. "Is this why you have treated me like an unwelcome guest since our marriage? Because you assumed it was not mine? How delightfully predictable, Alpha. Always jumping to conclusions instead of asking
