Romancing Dominance [BL][COMPLETED]

Chapter 6

CHAPTER 6 - Thorns Beneath Vows

Seated stiffly at the dining table, I could feel Roman's hawk-like eyes drilling holes into my skull while I, very stubbornly, glared at no one in particular.

I heaved a deep sigh, frustrated beyond words, and picked up the linen napkin to wipe at my lips where a stubborn smudge of sauce clung. Unsatisfied, I bit down harshly on my lower lip, feeling the sharp sting as the delicate skin split slightly.

I winced at the bitterness of the pain, but I didn't stop.

I reached out for my wine glass, desperate for a soothing sip to calm my fraying nerves, but before my fingers could even curl around it, Roman's hand shot out and snatched it away from me like I was a toddler misbehaving at dinner.

My glare sharpened, daring him to test my patience further.

Unbothered, Roman handed the glass off to one of his men with a simple nod, and in its place, he set my water goblet down as if nothing had happened.

I pursed my lips in utter disgust, crossing my arms tightly over my chest, feeling like an angry cat ready to claw someone's face off.

"Nabalitaan ng senador kung anong klaseng pakikitungo ang binibigay mo sa mapapangasawa mo," Roman said, his tone flat, like he was merely stating the weather.

I cocked an eyebrow sharply at him.

Of course, Dad would know. Dad knows everything. Because Roman tells him everything.

"Tell Dad," I said, my voice cold and sharp, "I don't give a fuck."

I leaned back on the chair, looking absolutely unimpressed by the news.

I stared blankly at the wall across me, refusing to even pretend to care.

It's been a month since I started living here.

Three weeks since that fateful encounter with him.

Jakob Raje Buenavista.

What a lovely name, right?

Too lovely for someone like him.

The name suited his ridiculously handsome face... but it violently clashed with the monster he was on the inside.

Jakob was nothing short of an arrogant, heartless, self-important piece of crap.

More arrogant than me—and that's saying a lot.

I hated how easily he could silence me with a single look. How he could make me feel like an insignificant speck on his boot without even raising his voice.

In these past weeks, all he ever did was humiliate my existence, and I despised him for it.

He should've been named Judas, not Jakob!

Thinking about it again made my blood boil all over.

I am a Sandoval!

Sino ba siya para pahiyain ako? Sino ba siya para iwanan ako sa gitna ng kalsada na parang basura?

I bit my lip again, harder this time, feeling the metallic taste of blood at the edge of my tongue.

I hated how handsome he was.

God, he was too handsome.

But his face was the only good thing about him. His attitude made him uglier than a rotting corpse.

My pride, my ego—it was bruised, trampled, and humiliated.

And I hated every second of it.

"Malaking responsibilidad ang nakasalalay sa mga balikat mo. Ayusin mo ang mga kilos mo kung ayaw mong madismaya ang senador," Roman said, voice sharp but steady.