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.

took was a simple glance or a few words to leave her battered and bruised.

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

had never felt so pitiful, never been

the sofa and

her silently, his eyes

her delicate face, forcing her to meet his

her face and her eyes narrowed from crying, the fierce woman warned, “Don’t

can you do if I touch you?” Boris chuckled, leaning

a teary voice. “I hate you! After treating me like

and tongue sealed her mouth, stealing away

causing her thoughts to become muddled. Helpless against his passionate

she slumped against the sofa,

off the hook, 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 from

“I know you don’t love me! Stop saying

“Damn it!”

words could describe his feelings

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.

still trying to deceive me? Do you think I’m a naive child? I won’t be

the crux of her words and sternly demanded, “What happened, tonight?”

incident at the Elegant Poetry 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! Now that I think about it, you conveniently ended up on my

crucial point in her words and asked directly, “Did you

let out a cold laugh. “Stop pretending!”

a direct answer, but Boris, being as intelligent as

her forehead with his slender finger. “What am I going to do with you? Normally, your brain functions just fine, doesn’t it? Why do you become

you talking about?”

patiently explained. “The person you saw tonight wasn’t

and when she tried to jump off the sofa, Boris swiftly embraced her, pulling her

his large palm placed on her

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

masterpiece, with sharp brows