Mirella’s POV

I stepped off the plane, my expression shifting from blank to wide-eyed wonder as I took in the sights of Greece. I followed him quietly, the chauffeur leading us to the car parked nearby.

“How long will we be here?” I asked, glancing at him. His arm rested over my shoulder, possessive and proud, like he was marking me as his.

“For as long as I want,” he said, his tone full of pride.

I pressed my lips together, then shook my head slightly. “For as long as we ...