Julian's face changed slightly, his eyes narrowing. "Don't talk about that loser whenever we want to spend time together," he said, his voice cold. "I hate hearing her name. If not for the shares in her hand, I wouldn't let that heartless garbage anywhere near me."
A slight smile appeared on Recheal's face, but Julian didn't notice. "Yes, my sister is really selfish, heartless, and hot-tempered," Recheal said. "But that doesn't change the fact that she loves you so much. Don't you think you should love her back? What we're doing is really wrong."
Julian's expression turned ugly. "Love?" he spat. "She doesn't deserve love, and she's unworthy of my love. Recheal, she's a loser. You won't get anything good when you're with her. That bastard Liam, who loved her to the bone, what did he get in return? Heartbreak, hurt, insult, rejection, humiliation, torture from her. He nearly lost his life in the process. She nearly killed him. Love should not be written in her diary, and loving Sofia has never been written in my diary."
"I know my sister done really heartless things in the past," Recheal said, her voice soft and pleading. "Forgive and forget about it, please. And find a way to make her agree to marry you."
Julian raised Recheal's head with his hand, his eyes locking onto hers as he stared at her beautiful, innocent, and sweet face. "You really have a good heart," he said, his voice low and husky. "Pleading for her heartless behaviors. But she doesn't deserve you pleading for her." Baby.
Recheal's eyes dropped, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks. Julian's gaze followed the movement, his eyes burning with intensity.
"Just forget about her," Julian continued, his voice dripping with conviction. "As for the shares in her hand, I will get it. And marry you, Recheal. I love you."
His words were whispered, his breath caressing Recheal's skin. His left hand slid from her lap into her clothes, his fingers tracing the curves of her body. His right hand held her head, his eyes locked onto hers.
Recheal's smile was seductive, her lips curling up as she gazed at Julian. "I love you too," she whispered, her lips landing on his.
As they kissed, Julian's hands roamed over Recheal's body, his fingers tracing the curves of her skin, sending shivers down her spine. Recheal's hands, meanwhile, were wrapped around Julian's neck, her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, deeper into the kiss.
Their lips moved in perfect sync, their tongues dancing together in a passionate rhythm. The air around them was charged with electricity, the tension between them palpable.
As they kissed, Julian's mind was filled with thoughts of Recheal, of her beauty, her innocence, and her passion. He couldn't believe that he had almost married her sister, Sofia, a woman who was so different from Recheal.
Recheal, on the other hand, was lost in the moment, her senses overwhelmed by the sensations of Julian's kiss. She felt like she was melting into his arms, like she was becoming one with him.
As they kissed, the world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them, lost in their own private universe of desire and passion.
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Thirty-five minutes had passed since Liam had left Sofia's bedside. He was now sitting in his dimly lit study, surrounded by the opulent furnishings and décor that seemed to mock him with their elegance.
Liam's eyes were fixed on the glass of whiskey in his hand, the amber liquid glowing like a tiny sun in the faint light. He hadn't taken a sip yet, but the smell of the whiskey was already making his head spin.
Suddenly, he heard a knock at the door. "Come in," Liam called out, his voice low and even.
The door opened, Vadal strode into the study, his chiseled features and piercing blue eyes commanding attention. His dark hair was perfectly messy, and his sharp jawline was accentuated by a subtle scruff. He was dressed in a crisp white shirt and tailored black pants, his broad shoulders and chest straining against the fabric.
"Hey, man, what's going on?" Vadal asked, his deep voice tinged with irritation. "I was having fun, and your butler called, saying you said to attend to a patient. What's the emergency?"
He was saying as he walked towards Liam, his eyes landing on his injured arm, his eyes widening in shock. "Cold demon, what happened to your arm?"
Liam's expression remained cold and unyielding. "It's none of your business," he said coldly.
Vadal didn't seem to mind Liam's handsome but cold face. "So you're the victim, huh?" he said, raising an eyebrow. "Who did you fight with this time that dared to hurt you? And how did you let them hurt you like this? As far as I can remember, you don't let yourself get hurt... unless you want to, like how you let your ex-lover hurt you." Vadal said, keeping his medical equipment at the ready as he walked towards Liam to check his arm.
Liam glared at him. "Don't touch me," he said expressionlessly.
The door to the study opened, and the butler walked in. "Young master Vidal, he's not the one to be treated. Follow me," the butler said, cold sweat dripping down his face as he looked at Liam with an expressionless face.
Vadal's eyes narrowed in confusion. Liam was really injured and needed medical attention immediately, but he refused to let him touch him, and the butler was saying he wasn't the one to be treated. He looked at Liam, then followed the butler out of the study.
Vadal's eyes widened in shock as he took in the scene before him. Sofia was lying unconscious on the bed, her beautiful face marred by the evidence of a violent encounter. Her hair was disheveled, her smooth, fair skin covered in red marks and bruises. Her pink lips were swollen and bruised, a testament to the brutal kiss that had left them that way.
Vadal's face turned dark with anger and concern as he took in Sofia's sorry state. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. How could Liam do this to her? He thought to himself, his expression serious and disapproving.
Without a word, Vadal began to examine Sofia, his trained eyes taking in every detail of her injuries. He checked her pulse, her breathing, and her wounds, his face growing increasingly grim as he realized the extent of her injuries.
"What happened here?" Vadal demanded, his voice low and menacing as he turned to face Liam, who was standing silently in the corner of the room, his eyes fixed on Sofia's prone form.
Vadal's eyes widened in shock as he took in the scene before him. He was also shock to see sofia in this estate, he had just arrived at the country, and he had no idea what had transpired between them. But now, as he looked at Sofia's battered and bruised body, he couldn't help but feel a wave of anger and concern.
He turned to Liam, his eyes blazing with accusation. "What the hell happened here?" he demanded, his voice low.