Olivia’s POV-
I am still a little surprised that both Daniel and my dad didn’t argue with me more about facing Vargas. Especially after they knew who it was. Daniel kept me close to him, his arm firmly wrapped around my waist, as we approached Vargas. I kept my expression neutral as I watched Vargas roll on to his back and sit up, lifting his legs around so he could face us. I felt myself cringe, as Vargas’ gaze moved over me.
“Don’t f*****g look at her. She is my wife, my woman, and soon enough she will be pregnant with my child,” Daniel growled.
Vargas smirked, “Sorry, she is such a beautiful bride. I always knew she would be.”
“She is my bride, my wife. She will never be yours,” Daniel snarled, his voice dripping with rage.
Vargas sighed, “It is a shame she would never be mine.
