Doesn't celebrate birthday

Alana's eyes were getting blurry by the second. Rocco had taken her from the bed to the sitting area. She thought he would let her go, but he kept her restrained. Looking at him, Alana saw nothing but a crazy person. She was married, for goodness' sake.

“It's your birthday… I want you to enjoy it…do you like the dress,” Rocco asked with a smile and glanced over at her? Of course, Alana had nothing to say. No matter what, she wasn't going to give him what he wanted.

“I only want…what's best for you,” he added and held out the small knife, Alana kept her gaze away from him. Her silence made Rocco angry. But he kept his cool. She would come around soon, and now he was only trying to protect her and make her happy.

“Everything I'm doing is…”

“Just let me go! I don't want you!” Alana should for the first time that Rocco was startled by her outburst. She looked up, and her eyes were filled with hatred, “I don't love you, how many times should I say it?” She yelled again, this time she ke