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.

all it took was a simple glance or a few

this was how fragile someone became when they gave their

had never felt so pitiful,

the sofa and sobbed loudly, disregarding her

watched her silently, his eyes flickering

grasped her delicate face, forcing

eyes narrowed from

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

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

sealed her mouth, stealing

muddled. Helpless against his passionate kiss,

sofa,

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? Isn’t it painfully

suddenly broke down, shouting, “I know

“Damn it!”

so rudely. No words could describe his feelings

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

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

clearly!” Boris finally caught onto the crux of her words and sternly demanded,

about the 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

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

cold laugh.

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

her forehead with his slender finger. “What am I going to do with you? Normally, your brain functions just

you talking

patiently explained. “The person you saw

jump off the sofa, Boris swiftly embraced her, pulling her into his arms. “Can’t

Boris spoke, his large palm placed on her walst lightly patted her.

“It’s impossible. It was definitely you

was a masterpiece, with sharp brows and