Sofia's POV
The moment Olivia slipped out of the office, silence fell. My smile dropped like it had never existed. I turned slowly to Damien, my chest burning with an emotion I didn't want to name.
"I know my sister," I said, frowning. "Olivia has no intention of… of this. But you—" I stepped closer, glaring straight into his sharp eyes. "You are a whore, Damien. Stay away from her. She is your nephew's mate."
His lips curled into a scoff, and the mocking glint in his eyes only stoked my anger.
"Is that jealousy I'm seeing?" His voice was low, taunting. "Yes… you're jealous because Olivia is better than you. And you know it."
My hand itched to slap him, but before I could, he caught my wrist, yanking me closer. Heat surged between us, wild and suffocating.
"You arrogant bastard," I hissed, my nails digging into his chest. "I hate you."
"Then hate me properly," he growled, and before I could retort, his mouth crashed against mine.
