Not Your Possession

Declan walked with quick steps toward the master bedroom, anger still burning in his chest. He opened the door hard—and the sight before him made his anger flare even more.

Tessa was hanging several luxurious gowns on the clothing rack, while Leona sat on the sofa near the window with a tablet in hand—probably looking at a catalog of accessories or shoes for tomorrow's event.

"You don't need to