Loveless Years: Bound To Love You Again
On the third night of their wedding anniversary, Selina held onto hope, convinced that the moment she told Zane Kaius about her pregnancy, he might finally notice her—or feel something in their cold, loveless marriage.
But everything fell apart on their when Zane rejected her that she is unfit to have a family with him— all while continuing to choose another woman over her. Only then did she realize she had been nothing more than a pawn all along in his deeper games.
Betrayed and heartbroken, Selina is determined to protect the pregnancy he had rejected, while reclaiming the life she had lost.
She wanted a divorce. Yet the same man who once rejected her now clings to her, unwilling to let her go at any cost.
This time, however, Selina is no longer the woman who allows herself to be trampled on.
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~Excerpt~
With a single motion, he flicked her gaze aside with his thumb, voice dropping to a whisper. “Don’t look at me that way. And I’m not your dear.”
Selina frowned, curving her lips to the side in a scowl.
Does he really think he could ever be my dear after everything he’d done?
Never!
I thought he was clever. Tsk! I was wrong. He was too gullible to understand my sarcasm. She scoffed inwardly, the thought edged with mockery.
“Why call me dear if you want us to go our separate ways?” Zane asked, forcing her to meet his gaze again. He had tried to ignore the word, but curiosity got the better of him.
Of course, it’s because of a free ride on this dangerous night, she thought inwardly.
“We haven’t signed the papers yet. Still contracted couple for now,” she replied nonchalantly.
Zane’s face soured at her sharp, casual remark, his stomach tightening.
Selina released his tie, about to settle back into her seat, when Zane’s hand closed around her wrist—not stopping her, but catching the motion and drawing her back along the path she had already set.He followed her movement.
She collided lightly with him, her palms braced against his firm chest to steady herself, feeling the warmth and steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her hand. She froze, registering his strength—and the fact that he hadn’t tightened his hold.
His hand slid from her wrist to her hip, resting there, firm but controlled.
“It seems you’re becoming bold every day to cross lines,” he murmured, locking eyes with her flustered gaze. “I hope you won’t pretend that you never did.”
“I didn’t cross any line. It’s just a tie,” she protested, disoriented by the sudden proximity.
For goodness’ sake! You’re truly clumsy, Selina!
Zane tilted his head and clicked his tongue softly. He lifted a hand toward her face, tucking a loose curl behind her ear.
“It’s not just a tie, Selina. It had my scent, which means you touched me boldly… yet recklessly.” His finger trailed down to her chin, resting lightly beneath it.
He brushed his thumb over her bottom lip in a slow, deliberate stroke.
“I… I…” she stammered, struggling to breathe under the tension humming beneath his touch.
“I believe,” he drawled, eyes glinting with restrained desire as his other hand slid lower, grazing the hem of her dress—slow, deliberate, dangerous. “We should work things out… on my own terms.”
Selina’s heart skipped as her gaze dropped to his advancing touch. Her instincts screamed, but her body refused to move.
“What… what terms are you talking about?” she whispered.
Zane paused midway.
His thumb shifted aside just enough for him to drink in the sight of her parted lips.
“I will give you a divorce,” he said slowly, “if you kiss me every day, sleep in my room, on the same bed—only—for six years, while we try the real couple things.”
What? Her eyes flew wide open in astonishment.