The Heiress' Revenge Chapter 39

A R I A N A

I woke up to the sound of shuffling and quiet voices, the room was brighter than usual, the curtains pulled open for a second, I was confused.

Did I oversleep? Or what?

My eyes moved to the bunch of maids in my room, so of them was taking dresses out of my closet and carefully and heading out with them, with the others gathering my perfu bottles and lotions from the bathroom counter.

My heart skipped .

What was happening? Was I missing sothing?

Was I getting evicted from the house or what?

I sat up quickly, the blankets falling around . "What are you doing?" I asked, my voice still rough with sleep.

One of the maids stopped, looking at with wide, surprised eyes.

They looked nervous.

"Good morning, Mrs. Russo," she said, giving a small bow. "We apologize for waking you up"

"Why are you taking my things? What is going on here?" I asked, confused to as what was going on and a little bit of fear twisting in my stomach.

Was Dante throwing out? I thought he said he wanted here? Then what the hell was going?

The maid who had spoken glanced at her partner, then back at . "Mr. Russo’s orders, ma’am he asked that we move your things to his room."

I stared at her, sure I had heard wrong. "His room? What? What are you saying?"

"Yes, ma’am, he ordered that we move your things to his master bedroom."

My mouth fell open, this had to be a joke, move into his room? After everything? After I had just tried to divorce him?

He was taking things too fast and that wasn’t right, I didn’t like the fact that he was... I need to stop this.

"No," I said, shaking my head. I pushed the covers back and got out of bed. "No, stop, this stops right now put everything back to the way it was, I will not entertain this madness!"

The maids looked at each other, unsure and uncomfortable. "We are very sorry, Mrs. Russo," the first maid said, her voice apologetic. "We have our orders directly from Mr. Russo we cannot stop. We’re really sorry"

She picked up another dress and continued folding it.

I felt frustration build up as I watched them.

He couldn’t just do this! He couldn’t just order people to move my life without even asking !

I watched, feeling helpless, as they efficiently packed up my entire closet and my bathroom things.

In less than an hour, my room looked empty.

Barren.

Like I had never been there at all.

The maids picked up the suitcases. "We will take these to the master suite now," one said.

They left, closing the door softly behind them.

I stood alone in the middle of the empty room, wearing nothing but my pajamas.

I was being moved into the lion’s den and I had no say in it at all.

The thought of sharing a bed with Dante send waves of shivers running down my spine, he has gone mad.

I can’t possibly agree to moving?

Right?

But...

No I need to go speak to him.

I let out a breath heading out of the room heading to the hallway to Dante’s room the master suite.

I didn’t bother knocking, I was too mad.

I pushed the heavy door open and stord inside.

And then I froze.

Dante was standing by his bed, his back to and he was wearing nothing but a white towel slung low around his hips, water dripped from his dark hair down his strong, bare back.

He must have just gotten out of the shower.

My brain stopped working all the angry words I had prepared died in my throat.

Gosh!

The effect this man has on .

He turned around, finally a slow knowing smirk spread across his face when he saw standing there, speechless.

"Like what you see, wifey?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.

I felt my face get hot.

I forced myself to look at his face, not his bare chest. "Why did you move my things in here without my concent?" I demanded, trying to sound angry and not flustered. "I don’t want to share a bed with you!"

Dante’s smirk didn’t fade as he walked toward , and I had to fight the urge to step back as he stopped very close, so I had to look up at him.

"Let remind you of your position," he said, his voice calm but firm. "You are my wife, this is your ho and your place is next to ." He says laying emphasis on ’

My heart was pounding. "That’s not fair! You can’t just decide that without asking for my permission!" I fired

"Why not?" he asked, tilting his head. "I am your husband, I want my wife in my bed, It is a simple thing."

"It’s not simple!" I argued, my voice getting louder. "We’re not a real couple! This was all a business arrangent and we both know that"

Dante’s eyes darkened as he reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear his fingers brushed my cheek, and I shivered.

"It is real to ," he said quietly. "And you will sleep here, in this room and In that bed." He pointed to the huge bed behind him. "With ."

I shook my head, panic rising. "No. I won’t."

"You will," he said, his voice leaving no room for argunt. "You can argue all you want, Ariana. But you will still be here tonight and every night after."

We stood there, staring at each other.

He had moved all my things and taken away my space, he was pulling closer, and I didn’t know how to stop him.

And the worst is part? A tiny, secret part of didn’t want to.