Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1035

Alejandro, in a state of intoxication, yanked open Lynn’s clothes and peered at the snow white skin underneath. “No man can resist a woman’s body,” he gibed. “And yet, despite what you have, you cower. I now see, I’ve given you far more chances than you deserve.”

Lynn dared not struggle, nor did she cover herself. And so she stood, naked, vulnerable and trembling in fear. She could not tell what would happen to her given Alejandro’s current drunken, testy state.

That was when the door opened, and Melanie strode into the bedroom.

An unreadable expression shadowed her mien as soon as her eyes fell onto them. “Alex, what… what are you doing?”

Alejandro released his grip from Lynn’s hand, and the latter instantly took a step back and tidied herself up. “I’ll take my leave.”

Melanie shot her a snide sidelong glance before marching toward Alejandro, her voice raising several bars higher. “I said—what are you doing!?”

Alejandro finished the wine in his glass and leaned back onto his chair, closing his eyes. “You saw what happened, didn’t you? So why ask something so redundant? And don’t use that tone when you talk to me; I’m in a bad mood.”

Melanie had to summon her might to force down the burning flames in her mind. “I know why you’re down in the dumps—it’s because Tiffany Lane is getting married, isn’t it? I know you still love her, Alex! You threw that photo in front of me and picked it back up after I left, didn’t you? You could never let her go even though she’s just an ugly duckling from a fallen household—nothing compared to me! I try not to bring these skeletons up, but you… You keep forcing me! Why?!”

Alejandro’s eyes suddenly snapped open and focused on Melanie. “You have no right to denigrate her! No right to defame her! Shut the f**k up!”

Control seemed to have returned in Alejandro, who stepped back from her without hesitance. “No, I don’t think I will. But I’ll give you the title of Mrs. Smith along with the rightful treatment that comes along,” he said stoically. “You can still back out if you regret all of this.”

Melanie stood and rubbed her sore left wrist, a mirthless smile on her lips. “Everyone thinks I’m a braindead bimbo and an easy pawn. But I have my own unique set of qualities. You see, once I decide on something, I’ll do everything to ensure that I leave no regrets. I’ll make you forget her, Alex. My funny little superpower is that I’m very, very determined.”

Alejandro said nothing. This was the first time he ever properly considered the woman standing before him. She looked so lanky, so slight; it gave him the impression of a frail, defenseless woman whom he could do whatever he wanted to without restraint. He might not have remembered the details of what transpired earlier—already it had turned into a foggy memory—but he knew one thing for sure. Alejandro could not control his force when he manhandled her.

Yet, despite that, she had not made even a peep.