Chapter 128
Estela POV
"You see," she starts, and her hand lands on my lap—casual, confident, like she owns the moment.
I tense.
The warmth spreads too quickly. It's distracting. Dangerous.
"I think you are the woman of my dreams," she says.
"What?!" I blink, stunned, the word bursting out of me before I can filter it.
That's... not what I expected.
Not from her. Not from anyone.
Daphne Castellano tilts her head with a soft, amused smile, like I've just said something adorable.
"I don't understand why you're so surprised. I'm sure the tabloids have done a decent job outlining my preferences."
"I thought that was just a rumor," I say slowly.
"It's not," she replies simply. "You're beautiful. You almost killed me. And now I'm in love with you."
She says it like it's the weather.
No warning. No hesitation. Just that shrugging, infuriating confidence.
"I don't… I don't have thosedesires," I mutter.
And it's true. I mean it..
