CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN

ZOEY

After the so called celebratory feast, Alexei led me to his private wing in the estate. Though I was angry with him, that did not stop me from marveling at his part of the mansion.

It was exquisitely beautiful and breathtaking.

But as we entered the private quarters, my mind raced with thoughts of escape. This marriage was a nightmare, and I refused to accept it as my reality. Alexei seemed to revel in his victory, but I wasn't about to play the obedient wife.

He gestured toward the opulent room. "This is our new living space. Get used to it."

I scoffed, resisting the urge to roll my eyes. "I don't need your fancy rooms. And don't get too comfortable thinking you've won."

He chuckled, infuriatingly amused by my defiance. "You're a feisty one. I like that."

I shot him a glare. "This marriage is a joke. I won't be your puppet."

He leaned in, his gaze intense. "You may not have chosen this, but