Shattered Illusions

“What do you mean by this?” Elara asked, not believing what she was hearing.

Damian sighed deeply. “My mother has never been one to admit defeat.”

“So?”

“Look here, Elara, you’ve caused a lot of trouble for me as well. The shareholders are already whispering about how rude you were.” Damian’s expression hardened. “I warned you to be on your best behavior, no matter what, because I knew you’d be a target.”

“You mean I should just let Veronica walk all over me without doing anything?” Elara frowned, her voice rising. “And I should allow your mother’s assistant to slap me?”

“I have no time for this,” he said coldly. “I need to get to the office and meet the shareholders.”

“And what about me?” she shot back, slamming a paper against his chest. “Even if we’re in a contract marriage, you should at least protect me.”

“Oh, you thought I was going to protect you, so that’s why you slapped Veronica? Do you even know who she is?”

“I don’t bloody care, Damian,” she snapped, her frustration boilin