CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

VENITA:

What did he expect of me when he always came running to save me like my knight in shining armor? Countless times when I was in distress, he managed to show up just when I needed him most. It was both relieving and addicting, that feeling of being protected and cherished. Especially the overwhelming masculinity he exuded whenever he took charge of a situation. He stood there, tall and powerful, as if he ruled the world. There was an undeniable aura of authority about him that made everyone else seem small and insignificant. I wouldn't be surprised if there was an element of royalty in him.

At just thirty years old, he held empires upon empires, commanding a wealth and influence that dwarfed other wealthy individuals. His presence was intimidating, and he had the power to make those who thought themselves superior feel small. I yearned for a life like his, or at least something closer to it. With such resources and status, I wouldn't have to deal with the likes of Rosalie and Ja