Chapter 92

My firm denial was met only with Zane's cold sneer. "You really are a master at lying, Aria. People like you don't deserve anyone's genuine affection!" With that, he shoved me roughly onto the floor without warning. I crashed onto the steps at the door, my palms and knees stinging with pain. Struggling, I sat up and saw that a large chunk of skin on my palms had been scraped off. I was bleeding. Zane towered over me, his gaze icy and merciless. "Do you really think you're still the spoiled young lady you used to be? Let me tell you, it's easier for me to kill you than to squash an ant." This was the first time Zane had looked at me with such a cold, murderous glare. His dark eyes were filled with intense rage and hostility. I shook uncontrollably, unable to utter a single word. At that moment, I was truly terrified of him. He might genuinely want to kill me. In his eyes, I was nothing more than a plaything, less than even a pet. My heart ached sharply. I clenched my hands