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Alyssa’s POV - Princess, - Rafael sounds sad and it annoys me even more. He is the one who put me into this coma in the first place. Yes, I recovered 2 days after, but that doesn’t matter. The prick doesn’t get to play my beloved while he actually crews multiple women in the next room. Even though he shouts my name while he does that. Yuk. And now he is sitting there like he is my actual mate and not the guy who forcefully abducted me and hurt me. I hate his guts. But I have to do it. This is the only way. I feel him touching my hand as he always does and I keep my heartbeat steady, even though the anger is growing inside. But I cannot let him know… Instead, I raise it slowly. For a few seconds and then put it back down. He needs to believe that his touch affects me. - Alyssa? –