Chapter 70 I Own You Now

• TATIANA’S POV
• The moment I stepped out of the kitchen, holding a steaming bowl with both hands, I felt the weight of a stare hit me like a slap. The man Hasan had called father was standing right there in the dining room, leaning his tall frame against the archway like he was inspecting something beneath him. Which, apparently, was me.
• He did not say a single word. Not hello, not who are you, not even a grunt. Just cold, unimpressed eyes taking in my damp hair, my stained clothes, and the stupid bowl of soup I was holding.