"I won't kill you. That was never my plan," Arthur said coolly. "The one I'm after is Sullivan. He caused quite a stir in my territory, leaving chaos in his wake." Rising from his seat, he strode over to Dahlia, gripping her chin with a firm hand, his gaze intense.
Dahlia tried to pull away, but his hold was unyielding. "Prepare yourself to belong to me," he murmured, his voice low and possessive. "The sooner you accept it, the easier it will be. But if you resist, I won't hesitate to make it happen my way. I enjoy seeing that smile of yours, Dahlia," he added, a smirk playing on his lips. "So, keep smiling."
"Vernon!" he called, and his loyal bodyguard promptly entered the room.
"Send a message to Sullivan," Arthur commanded, finally releasing Dahlia's chin. "Tell him his wife is here. With me."
"Yes, Master," Vernon responded, bowing slightly before leaving the room to carry out his orders.
