Chapter ten

Arabella suppressed the urge to burst out laughing, finding the situation utterly absurd. The very idea of it was almost comical. However, she restrained herself; laughing might convey a lack of seriousness. She pondered whether his assumption that she would eagerly accept the offer was based on the naughty smirk adorning his face. Shaking her head, she descended from the bed and approached him. Her voice brimming with intensity, she stated, "Alessandro De Fúcking Luca, I am not some cheap whóre who frequents your bed. Show respect for my name, and I will never grant you what you seek!" With each word, she punctuated her resolve by jabbing his chest. Curious about the newfound boldness that encouraged her to face him head-on, Arabella pressed forward, unwilling to back down. Her fists clenched and unclenched, an indication of the anger that coursed through her. She mused about what he truly thought of her. Perhaps, he assumed she was just another one of the slúts in Cooan, someone he c