He hadnât asked for much â just happiness, a family with her.
But now, he felt bested by a man he considered unworthy, his feelings used as leverage.
He didnât want to believe it.
He had hoped for an explanation, for her to plead.
Instead, all he got were apologies.
With shaky hands, Melissa retrieved the expensive watch.
âMarcus, Iâm returning this.
Please, let me go.
â
Marcus looked at her, his sneer bitter.
âWhy would I need a watch?â.
Suddenly, Marcus stood and began rummaging through Melissaâs Luggage.
She hurried over, trying to restrain him.
âWhat are you searching for?
Marcus, canât we end this amicably? Please, let me go.
â
He held her ID card, featuring a simple yet beautiful Melissa with clear, bright eyes.
Marcus studied it intently.
When he finally looked up at her, his eyes were unreadable.
âLetâs go get married,â he declared.
Melissa was taken aback.
âYou donât want to?â he asked, his voice flat.
Releasing his hand, Melissa stepped back until she
was against the French window.
Behind her sprawled the vibrant city of Warsew, but her heart felt ice cold.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
She wasnât sure if her tears were for herself or out of pity for Marcus.
A man of Marcusâ stature could have anything he desired; he didnât need her.
Her background would only bring him shame and endless complications.
The Jenkins family wouldnât let her go.
They would likely do anything and everything to make sure she married their son.
Melissa sobbed.
âMarcus, I donât love you.
â
Gathering her strength, she shouted, âI donât love you! Do you hear me? Do you think you can have everything you want just because youâre powerful? Your arrogance is suffocating.
Iâve never liked you.
Even if Ryan is flawed, I believe heâs been forced, and I will love him.
Marcus, weâre worlds apart.
How could there be love between us?
Are you delusional, or am I just exploiting your feelings?â