CHAPTER 12

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GENEVIEVE

As Olivia walked closer to Roman, her heels clicking on the polished marble floor, she slipped her arm through his with a possessive grace.

I rolled my eyes at her possessiveness nature but what could I do either. She was of course his fiancé. The fiancé he never wanted.

I simply smiled and took a step back, raising my hands in mock surrender.

Olivia's eyes narrowed, a sharp glare directed at me which indeed was a sharp one. It was as if she was really his lover.

"Stay away from my fiancé,"

she commanded, her voice cold and cutting. She thought I was trying to flirt with her Fiancé. A chuckle escaped my lips as I looked at Roman for a few seconds, meeting his sharp gaze.

I chuckled, the sound light and airy, as if I found the whole situation amusing. Indeed I did find the situation funny. I mean she was defending Roman as if Roman was in love with her.

"Don't worry, Olivia. I'm not interested in men twice my age,"

I retorted, my tone dripping with casual disdai