ILIANA'S POV
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There's nothing that is going to save me from this, is there?
Nolan's eyes drink me in, his fingers digging into my skin in a painful grip. "Leave me alone," I sigh, trying to pull my arm free, but he's stronger than I am.
He twists my wrist, the back of my hand facing him. His head tilts, his sugar brown hair falling over his forehead, the stubble growing on his jawline and chin making him look much older than he actually is. "You're married?" he hisses, his cold, hard gaze locking on mine, and fear pricks at my scalp.
"Engaged." I correct, and he scoffs, a smile appearing, but it lacks the joy, the warmth, and the caring side it always had.
He looks dark, angry, and somewhat sinister. "f*****g hypocrite," he sneers, tugging me closer to him. My arm stays rigid, and
