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"I came to reclaim this," she said as she pointed to his heart. "It has been a while, have you forgotten me, Orig? Or let me say, my husband, Governor Orig," She whispered as she placed her hand on his chest. Her breath was close to his lips, as if challenging him to resist the urge to throw her onto the bed and teach her a lesson until sunrise.

Her hips swayed as she got closer to him, and he couldn't take his eyes off her. Her presence was powerful. He pulled her until she was pressed against his chest. Her fingers finally managed to touch him, and she felt the heat of his body.

'Damn it, are you joking? Your image is still engraved in my mind and heart for those four years, seven months, and five days and...'

When he didn’t respond to her words, she decided to speak with her lips, for a few moments. Everyone watched in silence, even he was surprised by her boldness. "No, my dear Taya, it is you who will regret this."

Can Taya win back her husband? Will he free himself from the control of his stepmother, confess his feelings for his wife, and correct the mistakes of his past?
 Read on to discover the secrets between the flames of their love...

Second Chance Revenge: Win The Devil's Heart

"Now, let me get straight to the point,"

His voice was devoid of any emotion, making it difficult for Mill to discern his hidden intentions. This man was skilled at controlling his facial expressions, and even his imposing presence would make anyone bow to him involuntarily.

A mocking smile appeared on Mill's face, his veins beginning to show. He hated this type of person, the one who hid his true feelings and face in such a cold manner.

"I want to make you the head of the research department for poisons in the Jasmine Kingdom,"

Of course, Mill hadn't misheard the words of this man, who remained calm. This man had destroyed half of the kingdom's medical research, and now, with the same coldness, was offering Mill a position to work under him, to be bound by the kingdom's rigid laws, to be a puppet—no, more like a robot—deprived of freedom of expression, trapped and forced to stop thinking.

Chapter 66