Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez by Selina Gorges

Samantha was clad in a red silk nightgown, her skin delicate and smooth. Holding a glass of red wine, she turned gracefully to face Zion, who was standing at the door with his eyes tightly shut. Her face was blushed, and she let out a scornful sniff. “Broad daylight? Zion, open your eyes. What’s with the holier-than-thou act? You never said such things when we were together. What’s with the sudden act of virtue now?”

Zion’s ears turned red with embarrassment at those words, as memories of their past affectionate moments flashed before his eyes.

Zion thought to himself, ‘I know all too well how brutal Samantha can be when she confronts someone. Who knows what she might say next if I don’t respond?’ With that thought, Zion slowly opened his eyes.

He saw that Samantha had changed positions, sitting on a chair next to the piano with her long legs crossed, the tips of her. toes lightly touching the floor, her red dress of thin gauze both revealing and concealing.

Zion choked down a hard swallow, trying his best to play it cool, deliberately shifting his eyes away, steering clear of making eye contact with Samantha.

In a somber tone, Zion said, “Samantha, we’ve already broken up. Don’t do this. You’re the Mitchell family heiress, the dream girl for every guy in Betrico. There are plenty of political scions that would line up for a chance with you. I’m not the one.”

With a heart heavy with loss, Zion uttered, “I’m not the one,” in a voice laced with desolation. As soon as he finished, he couldn’t face Samantha; he bowed his head, his fingers clenching into the palm of his hand.

Samantha didn’t show an ounce of anger at his words. Instead, she graced Zion with a smile that was all kinds of captivating. “Zion, you broke up with me on your own. Did you get my consent? I’m the one who starts the game, and I’ll be the one to end it. It’s not your call to cut us off. Got it?”

Beneath Samantha’s smile was a hidden fury. She thought to herself, ‘This jerk still thinks about breaking up? Fine, I’ll make him pay in bed.’

Zion looked at Samantha and said, “Alright, then you say break up.”

years, everyone outside praised him as a gentleman with an elegant demeanor and kind

at Zion, her gaze unreadable, and

down and strutted to Zion with a slinky grace. Standing right in front of him, she flashed a captivating smile and said, “Alright, if breaking up is what you want, I won’t be the one to hold on tight. I’m on board. Let’s have a drink to sever our ties.” She continued, pressing the wine glass into Zion’s hand and giving him a playful wink, “Go ahead and

quits, but now

a look of lingering reluctance in them. He downed the wine in one swift motion, a tear suddenly escaping from the corner of his eye, plummeting to the

so complicated when they could be simple? Love is love, and if it’s over, it’s over. Be decisive. All these messy thoughts-this mule-headed man is just

as Samantha saw Zion like this, a hint of tenderness welled up in her

glazed as he looked at Samantha

her wavy tresses pouring down to her waist like a cascade. Glancing at Zion, whose eyes were reddened, she said, “Okay, I’ll be gone in ten minutes. Come

decided to stop holding back. He went to the sofa and sat down neatly, hands on his knees. Even though he was a man in his thirties, his gaze was as pure and

reason Samantha had noticed Zion the moment she first laid eyes on him. She

in a daze, and asked, “Aren’t you going to sit with

hesitation, Samantha moved over and sat beside Zion. They were close enough that she could reach out and poke his lips gently. They were soft,

spots and was about to touch his

charm. She released her grip and said with a straight face, “No problem

felt puzzled. He wondered, ‘How can the assertive Samantha ever be so obedient? Something about this scenario

Zion felt a tingling in his heart, as if little bugs were gnawing at him. He glanced over at Samantha,

strained effort. “Samantha, what have