Mechelle pov
His deep voice was enough for me to hear. He said, "Mate, I will make you willingly return to my side. You know, there's nothing that can stop me from doing what I want, and I always get what I want."
"You!" I looked up and glared at him hatefully, my brow furrowed tightly.
"You should consider what your fiancé will think when he sees those images," he said.
His smile grew even more piercing, and my face grew increasingly grim, leaving me unable to speak. He was right. If Harrison saw me like this, he would certainly think of me as a despicable, lascivious woman. Whether I marry or not is not important to me, but Marc, that understanding and mature child, wants a complete family. Although he never mentions it in front of me, every time we go to the park, he always looks at other happy families with envy.
I took a deep breath, suppressing the hatred in my eyes, and asked, "What exactly do you want?"
