[Astasia’s POV]
I fight the urge to grimace over all the bull s**t that is spewing from my mouth.
It’s for freedom and revenge. I tell myself while continuing to cling to the man beside me. Just remember that is what it is for.
“What did you say?” The woman in front of me growls, her golden eyes flashing with anger.
“I didn’t stutter.” I smile, while wondering if Iravan’s plan would actually work.
Even now as I show this much damn attachment to Iravan and he plays along, she wasn’t budging. And what about their families?
Honestly, I thought this was the most ridiculous thing ever, but desperate times called for desperate measures, and dammit, I was desperate.
“Iravan,” the woman murmurs, her gaze snapping away from me. “I’ve had enough of your ridiculous joke.”
“This isn’t a joke,”
