BATTLE LINE DRAWN
~SIMONE’S POV~
"No? Then why are you still with him? Why haven't you put a knife in his back and reclaimed what's yours?" His eyes glittered with malicious triumph.
"Because you like it, don't you? Being taken care of. Having all the responsibility taken away. It's easier than being the head of a family."
"You don't understand anything about my situation."
"I understand that the Simone I was going to marry would have killed Nicholas Stravkos by now, not paraded around on his arm like a trophy." He leaned closer, his breath hot against my ear.
"Your father didn't die so you could become some Greek bastard's mistress."
Before I could respond, a familiar warmth pressed against my back. Nicholas's hands settled on my shoulders, possessive and protective.
"Is there a
