?Chapter 461:


    I opened my mouth, wanting to find words that might calm him, but before I could, Dominic’s hand shot out, yanking me into his embrace.


    “She said it herself, didn’t she?” Dominic’s lips curved in azy, almost taunting smile as he nced at Bryan. “You should leave.”


    “Fine. Great, actually,” Bryan spat, a bitterugh escaping him. His gaze flickered back to me, sharp with hurt. “Makenna, I hope you don’t end up regretting this.”


    He didn’t wait for a response. With a curt turn, he stormed out, his footsteps ringing with anger.


    As his silhouette retreated, something deep within me tugged—an urge to run after him, to exin that this wasn’t what I wanted. It wasn’t supposed to end like this. I took a step forward, but Dominic’s arms locked around me like iron. His grip was firm, immovable, keeping me anchored where I stood.


    I watched helplessly as Bryan’s figure grew smaller, swallowed by the distance, until he waspletely gone. This was all Dominic’s fault!


    Only when Bryan had vanished did Dominic loosen his hold, his hands sliding away as if he had won some silent victory.


    My anger boiled over, and I spun to face him. “Why did you do that?”


    Dominic’s eyes gleamed with amusement, his lips quirking into that infuriating smirk. He spoke with a mocking ease. “You really think I’d let Bryan take my woman away, right in my own home? I’d be theughingstock of the entire pce.”


    My teeth clenched, and I shot him a venomous re. “You’re impossible. Aplete jerk!”


    But my words barely seemed to register. Dominic reached up and tapped my cheek lightly, as if I were a sulking child. “Come on, don’t be mad. I’ll have the servants prepare a special dinner tonight to make up for it.”


    Did he really think a dinner would make up for it?


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    I crossed my arms, my face cold as ice. “I’m not staying. I want to leave. Now.”


    He chuckled,pletely unfazed, before pushing me onto the sofa. “That’s not happening.”


    With a snap of his fingers, he signaled to the servants who had been lurking nearby and ordered them to make sure I stayed put. No matter how much I protested, it was clear Dominic wasn’t budging.


    By the time dinner rolled around, I found myself forcibly seated at thevish dining table, staring at an array of meticulously prepared dishes. The aroma filled the air, tempting, but I couldn’t taste a thing. My appetite had drowned beneath the frustration.


    I barely picked at my te before standing abruptly, desperate to escape this suffocating environment. But the sharp ng of silverware mming against the table cut through the air, freezing me in ce.


    Dominic’s eyes were cold as steel, pinning me where I stood. “Makenna, do you really want to leave that badly?”


    I bit down hard on my lower lip, refusing to back down. “This isn’t my home. Of course I want to leave.”


    He scoffed, a cruelugh slipping from his lips. In an instant, his hand shot out, grabbing my chin with a punishing grip that made me wince. His fingers pressed hard, as if he wanted to crush the very bones beneath.


    “Let me guess,” he sneered, his voice low and venomous. “Bryan and yton are both staying at your ce. Is that why you’re so desperate to get out of here?”


    Pain shot through my jaw, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes, but I held my ground. “This has nothing to do with you.”


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