DEAN SIMON’S POV
I stared at the most precious possession I have for more than a minute or two. Her white porcelain skin is like a blank canvas I wanted to paint on with my marks.
A lovely painting exclusively made for my eyes.
Vleah. Vleah Apricity Guerrero, daughter of Francesco LaRosa, our worst enemy, and my wife.
I scoffed with the thought.
Wife…
Hinawi ko ang ilang hibla ng kanyang buhok na tumatakip sa kanyang mukha. She’s sleeping like an angel in my realm— glowing on my dark bed that is now hers.
Sobrang himbing ng pagkakatulog niya dahilan upang hindi ito magising kahit na pumasok dito si Gregor. I let myself stare at her for a while before turning my gaze to Gregor who is now holding a tray with an invitation on top of it.
“Good morning master, my apologies for disturbi
