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

how fragile someone became when they gave their

pitiful, never been

the sofa and sobbed loudly, disregarding her

silently, his eyes

delicate face, forcing her to meet his gaze.

face and her eyes narrowed from crying, the fierce

chuckled, leaning in closer to her. “I even

voice. “I hate you! After treating me like this… you still want to humiliate me… mmm!

and tongue sealed her mouth,

scent overwhelmed Ziana, causing her thoughts to become muddled. Helpless against his passionate kiss, Ziana’s body grew increasingly

the sofa, gasping for air,

let her off the hook, firmly holding her chin. “Ziana, have you lost your mind? Do you really need to ask

shook her head and suddenly broke down, shouting, “I know you don’t love me! Stop saying it!”

“Damn it!”

rarely cursed so rudely. No words could describe

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

to deceive me?

Boris finally caught onto the crux of her words and sternly demanded, “What happened,

Hotel? Are you not going to admit it?” Ziana 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!

asked directly, “Did you

a cold laugh. “Stop pretending!”

being as intelligent as

her with a wry smile, lightly tapping her forehead with his slender finger. “What am I going to do with

you

tell you,” he patiently explained. “The

sofa, Boris swiftly embraced her, pulling her into his arms. “Can’t you even recognize your own husband? You truly deserve a scolding.”

his large palm placed on her walst lightly

It was definitely you tonight. You’re still trying to deceive

a masterpiece, with sharp brows and eyes, every feature