The Hidden Gold Mine Heiress Divorcee

Ziana felt utterly humiliated, glaring defiantly at Boris. “You’re still pretending!”

Her eyes were swollen and red, clearly from intense crying. Seeing her sulking like this only made Boris feel more affectionate towards her.

His slightly cool fingertips caressed her cheek.

Ziana stubbornly turned her head away. “Don’t touch me! Boris, you jerk!”

The more she spoke, the sadder she became. Tears, which she had struggled so hard to hold back, streamed down her face uncontrollably.

She sobbed painfully, her body twitching, Crying and cursing, she said, “I really didn’t expect you to spend five whole years setting up such a scheme! Boris, you’re so cruel. When you designed all this, did you really… I just want to ask…”

Boris frowned, his voice cold and restrained. “Ask what?”

Love and genuine hatred entangled within her, pulling her back and forth.

Her emotions were in turmoil, and despite knowing it was not the right time to ask, she couldn’t control herself. “I just want to know… Did you… in these five years, did you truly.. not love me at all? Not even for a second?”

“Ha!”

Boris let out a chilly laugh.

That laughter sent Ziana straight to the depths of hell.

Ziana knew Boris must be mocking her in his heart, and her cheeks suddenly became incredibly hot.

At this moment, Ziana hated her own foolishness, and she hated herself for clinging to her old feelings for Boris.

In his presence, Ziana always seemed to be at a disadvantage.

Boris was like an all-powerful deity, able to effortlessly control her emotions.

If Boris wanted her to love him, she would be helplessly trapped in her love for Boris, engraved in her heart and bones.

to hate him, all it took was a simple glance or a few words to

this was how fragile someone became when they gave their whole heart in

felt so pitiful, never been so heartbroken.

face in the sofa and

her silently, his eyes flickering with

delicate face, forcing

and her eyes narrowed from crying, the fierce woman

if I touch you?” Boris chuckled, leaning in closer to her. “I even

a teary voice. “I hate you! After treating me like this… you still want

her mouth,

causing her thoughts to become muddled. Helpless against his passionate

slumped against the sofa, gasping for air, her

Do you really need to ask if I love you? Isn’t it painfully obvious

and suddenly broke down, shouting, “I know you don’t love

“Damn it!”

rudely. No words could describe his

Only when she pleaded for mercy did Boris reluctantly release. her, but his tone was unusually harsh. “Do you want to drive me to the brink of madness before you’re satisfied? How could you say I don’t love you? I’d give you everything, even my heart. I wouldn’t

her face flushed. “I don’t have a heart! You broke it! Are you still trying to deceive me? Do you think I’m a naive child? I won’t be fooled by you anymore, never trust you again,

yourself clearly!” Boris finally caught onto the crux of her words and

gritted her teeth, her words rushed. “I heard it all! I heard everything clearly! You were the mastermind behind my abduction five years ago! You orchestrated that whole spectacle, Boris! You truly have outdone yourself! Now that I think about it, you conveniently

upon the crucial point in her words and asked directly, “Did you see me at

cold laugh.

intelligent as he was, had

am I going to do with you?

you talking about?”

patiently explained. “The person you saw tonight

her, and when she tried to jump off the sofa, Boris swiftly embraced her, pulling her into his arms. “Can’t you even recognize

Boris spoke, his large palm placed on her walst

in turmoil. “It’s impossible. It was definitely you

masterpiece, with sharp brows and eyes, every feature perfect,