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.

it took was a simple glance or

when they

had never felt so pitiful,

in the sofa and sobbed loudly, disregarding her image.

his eyes

her delicate face, forcing her to meet

her face and her eyes narrowed from crying, the fierce woman warned,

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

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

hot lips and tongue sealed her mouth, stealing away her

to become muddled. Helpless against his passionate kiss,

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

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

head and suddenly broke down, shouting, “I know

“Damn it!”

cursed so rudely. No words could describe

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

defiantly shouted, 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, you

finally caught onto the crux of her words and sternly

everything clearly! You were the mastermind behind my abduction five years ago!

in her words and asked directly, “Did you see me at

out a cold laugh. “Stop pretending!”

direct answer, but Boris, being as intelligent as

wry smile, lightly tapping 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 foolish when it comes to matters involving me?”

are you talking about?”

explained. “The person you

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

his large palm placed on her walst lightly patted

in turmoil. “It’s impossible. It was definitely you tonight. You’re

masterpiece, with sharp brows and eyes, every feature