The Hidden Gold Mine Heiress Divorcee

Chapter 499 She Had Fallen for It

Ziana felt utterly humiliated, glaring defiantly at Boris. "You're still pretending!"

Her eyes were swollen and red, clearly from intense crying. Seeing her sulking like this only made Boris feel more

affectionate towards her.

His slightly cool fingertips caressed her cheek.

Ziana stubbornly turned her head away. "Don't touch me! Boris, you jerk!"

The more she spoke, the sadder she became. Tears, which she had struggled so hard to hold back, streamed down her face uncontrollably.

She sobbed painfully, her body twitching, Crying and cursing, she said, "I really didn't expect you to spend five whole years setting up such a scheme! Boris, you're so cruel. When you designed all this, did you really... I just want to ask..."

Boris frowned, his voice cold and restrained. "Ask what?"

Love and genuine hatred entangled within her, pulling her back and forth.

Her emotions were in turmoil, and despite knowing it was not the right time to ask, she couldn't control herself. "I just want to know... Did you... in these five years, did you truly.. not love me at all? Not even for a second?"

"Ha!"

Boris let out a chilly laugh.

That laughter sent Ziana straight to the depths of hell.

Ziana knew Boris must be mocking her in his heart, and her cheeks suddenly became incredibly hot.

At this moment, Ziana hated her own foolishness, and she hated herself for clinging to her old feelings for Boris.

In his presence, Ziana always seemed to be at a disadvantage.

Boris was like an all-powerful deity, able to effortlessly control her emotions.

If Boris wanted her to love him, she would be helplessly trapped in her love for Boris, engraved in her heart and bones.

If Boris wanted her to hate him, all it took was a simple glance or a few words to leave her battered and bruised.

So, this was how fragile someone became when they gave their whole heart in a relationship.

Ziana had never felt so pitiful, never been so heartbroken.

She buried her face in the sofa and sobbed loudly, disregarding her image.

Boris watched her silently, his eyes flickering with varying intensity.

Suddenly,

Boris grasped her delicate face, forcing her to meet his gaze.

With tear streaks covering her face and her eyes narrowed from crying, the fierce woman warned, "Don't touch me!"

"What can you do if I touch you?" Boris chuckled, leaning in closer to her. "I even want to kiss you."

"No!" she protested with a teary voice. "I hate you! After treating me like this... you still want to humiliate me... mmm! Mmm!"

Boris' hot lips and tongue sealed her mouth, stealing away her breath.

The familiar scent overwhelmed Ziana, causing her thoughts to become muddled. Helpless against his passionate kiss, Ziana's body grew increasingly weak.

Finally, when Boris released her, she slumped against the sofa, gasping for air, her voice tender and panting.

However, Boris refused to let her off the hook, firmly holding her chin. "Ziana, have you lost your mind? Do you really need to ask if I love you? Isn't it painfully obvious from everything I've done and said?" Ziana shook her head and suddenly broke down, shouting, "I know you don't love me! Stop saying it!"

"Damn it!"

Boris rarely cursed so rudely. No words could describe his feelings now.

Boris fiercely bit her lip, causing her to whimper in pain. Only when she pleaded for mercy did Boris reluctantly release. her, but his tone was unusually harsh. "Do you want to drive me to the brink of madness before you're satisfied? How could you say I don't love you? I'd give you everything, even my heart. I wouldn't hesitate to give my life for you, even if you demanded it. How can you say I don't love you, Ziana? Do you have a heart?"

"No!" Ziana defiantly shouted, her face flushed. "I don't have a heart! You broke it! Are you still trying to deceive me? Do you think I'm a naive child? I won't be fooled by you anymore, never trust you again, you demon!"

"Explain yourself clearly!" Boris finally caught onto the crux of her words and sternly demanded, "What happened, tonight?"

"What about the incident at the Elegant Poetry Hotel? Are you not going to admit it?" Ziana gritted her teeth, her words rushed. "I heard it all! I heard everything clearly! You were the mastermind behind my abduction five years ago! You orchestrated that whole spectacle, Boris! You truly have outdone yourself! Now that I think about it, you conveniently ended up on my island. It was all part of your plan, wasn't it?"

Boris seized upon the crucial point in her words and asked directly, "Did you see me at the Elegant Poetry Hotel tonight?"

Ziana let out a cold laugh. "Stop pretending!"

She didn't provide a direct answer, but Boris, being as intelligent as he was, had already pieced together the situation.

"Honey," Boris called her with a wry smile, lightly tapping her forehead with his slender finger. "What am I going to do with you? Normally, your brain functions just fine, doesn't it? Why do you become foolish when it comes to matters involving me?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I'll tell you," he patiently explained. "The person you saw tonight wasn't me.'

Boris untied her, and when she tried to jump off the sofa, Boris swiftly embraced her, pulling her into his arms. "Can't you even recognize your own husband? You truly deserve a scolding."

As Boris spoke, his large palm placed on her walst lightly patted her.

"You..." Ziana's body stiffened, her mind in turmoil. "It's impossible. It was definitely you tonight. You're still trying

to deceive me."

Boris' face was a masterpiece, with sharp brows and eyes, every feature perfect, incredibly handsome,

How could there be someone who looked exactly like him?!

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Ziana had seen countless handsome men in her life, but none of them came close to his level of attractiveness, let alone being identical!

Boris said with a wry smile, "After that night, I went to Wesbruck. Yudel knows about that. I just returned today. When you called me, I was on the plane and didn't receive it. After I landed and saw so many missed calls, I came to find you. How could I have had time to go to the Elegant Poetry Hotel?”

His expression was serious, and his excuse was seamless.

Ziana saw no flaws.

Either what he said was true, or his acting skills were simply too good.

"Don't believe me?" Boris gave a bitter smile. Facing the door, he said, "Nell, show Ziana the footage."

Both his private plane and car had surveillance footage.

The date and time were displayed in the bottom right corner of the footage, leaving no room for doubt.

After watching it, Ziana fell into silence.

Gradually, her rationality returned, and her trembling body, previously shaken by sorrow and excitement, calmed down and returned to normal. Suddenly, fragments of a conversation resurfaced in her mind.

"How is the plan going?"

"When the plan goes smoothly, everything he took today will have to be given back exactly as it was."

"I understand, but I'm afraid of any unexpected incidents. What if he wasn't killed by the Scott family..."

"By the way, we also received news from Mr. Collins. That person has completed the plastic surgery.

"The fake Boris will also come. Why wait for a better time when we can proceed with the plan tonight?" Ziana muttered under her breath. This was awful, she had fallen for it!

She was truly foolish!