Chained by a possessive mafia's love
Chapter 4: ~ Nightmare ~
* Anna's Pov *
He's searching for something inside my eyes.
But it's too sad for him; he can't because I'm not 19 years old, Anna anymore; I buried that Anna in a grave a long time ago.
She will never show up again. I will not let that happen. And I'll never forgive him.
I look straight into his eyes to let him know she is not here anymore. Who was stupid and an idiot?
" Stop looking already; you can't find that foolish girl; she will never come back " I smirk at him.
He took a step toward me, and I stood still in my spot without moving even an inch.
When he was in front of me, a beatific smile was on his face, which is why I hated him even more at that moment.
" Don't worry, she will come back, and you also can't stop her either, " He says,
I gritted my teeth; this man is still shamelessly overconfident, which I hate the most.
Even after five years, he is still arrogant and full of himself.
" I don't think I need your advice; just tell me what I'm doing here."
Crossing my hands over my chest, I looked at him, and he knew he better tell me the truth; otherwise, I'll surely throw him through the window where I was standing after waking up.
gave you enough freedom, and you already completed your study, so of course, come back where you truly belong," He said like I was the one who chose this
Blaze, are you kidding with me right now, " I ask him while giving him a mocking
how much I missed this " He holds his left
the past. We will create more beautiful memories together in the present," Blaze says as he
Beautiful memories, no these memories are now nightmares to me, and I don't need any memories with you, also five years ago, what you gave me was enough for me " 5 years I tried my best to remove these
salt on my old wound, to make it as painful as it was in
fall silent; after a few seconds, he looks at me,
won't fall for his
you have any idea what you did?" I demand, feeling very
inhales a long breath as he tries to
married, but of course, like always, you ruined everything" I try not to look at him because I
and I look towards him, just as I thought he was
me a
he did not stop; he approached me until I could go nowhere; in front of me is he, and behind the wall, I feel like a chess
"
after five years; truth be told,
rough,
a sexy, thick beard. He was a young boy five years ago,
so I told myself, "what
at me," he gives the order, not
said; I glanced up at him, his
when you confessed your love for me, your fate
I refuse to show him my