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She looked confused for a second. “For giving me your cum.”

“And?”

“Punishing me.”

I put my cock away then moved over to the window. “You’re welcome,milyy.”I drew open the curtains so I could see the damage. Not the damage to the room, I shouldn't care less about that. But to see how badly Tiffany’s feet were cut.

Enough to piss me off.

I pulled out my cell to summon the doctor.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Tiffany

The late afternoonlight shone through the tall windows, and I watched everyone quickly leave the penthouse, escaping the tension still in the air from the uncomfortable marriage ceremony.

I figured it was because I got married while sitting in a kitchen chair, wearing a robe, with bandages on my feet. But all the necessary people were present, and all the legal documents had been signed and stamped. I even had a ring to mark the occasion.

I was now a married woman.

I looked at the beautiful ring that had belonged to his mother. He had assured me he would get me a proper set soon, that this was just a place-holder, but I loved this one so much that I wanted to keep it. It felt good, like maybe his mother was blessing our union from the afterlife.

I looked to see where Viktor was in the other room, obviously annoyed at whoever he was speaking to. He then abruptly hung up the phone and returned to my side.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Yes, yes, just… irritated.”

“Why?”

He pocketed the cell. “My godfather, Roger, has that effect on me every time he opens his mouth.”

“What did he want?”

“To advise me to annul our marriage immediately.”

I was confused. “Why would he care?”

“Because I’m already engaged, per my father.”

He spoke with such casual ease, that I doubted he noticed the way my heart leapt into my throat. Somewhere in the distance, it felt like a record scratched to a halt.

“What do you mean you’re already engaged?” I blurted out.

“Was.” Viktor let out a weary sigh. “Yesterday, my father arranged a marriage I didn’t want, and I circumvented it today by marrying you.”

“You son of a bitch.” My voice quivered with a touch of indignation. “This is why you were rushing our relationship.”

His brows folded as he peered down at me. “Yes, but our marriage was inevitable. You were mine the moment I laid eyes on you.”

“Really?”Fucking liar.“Why me?”

“Because you are exceptional. I find myself helplessly drawn to you.”

I narrowed my gaze. “You don’t even know me.”

“I know you better than anyone else on this planet. I probably know you better than you know yourself.”

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