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.

was a simple glance or a few words to leave her

became when they

pitiful,

face in the sofa

his eyes flickering with varying intensity.

Boris grasped her delicate face, forcing her to meet his gaze.

and her eyes narrowed from crying,

Boris chuckled, leaning

with a teary voice. “I hate you! After treating

tongue sealed her mouth, stealing away her breath.

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

slumped against the sofa, gasping for air, her voice tender

firmly holding her chin. “Ziana, have you lost your mind? Do you really need to ask if I love you? Isn’t it painfully obvious

down, shouting, “I know

“Damn it!”

so rudely. No words could

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 hesitate to give my life for you, even if you demanded

trying to deceive me? Do

Boris finally caught onto the crux of

my abduction five years ago! You orchestrated that whole spectacle,

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

cold laugh.

a direct answer, but Boris, being as intelligent as he was, had already pieced together

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

are you

you,” he patiently explained. “The person you saw tonight

her, pulling her into his arms. “Can’t you even recognize your own husband? You

his large palm placed on her walst

stiffened, her mind in turmoil. “It’s impossible. It was definitely you tonight. You’re still

sharp brows and eyes, every