Chapter 828 Won’t Be Jealous of a Dead Man

Tamara furrowed her eyebrows but said nothing. She knew that her words would fall on deaf ears anyway. As the evening wore on, the sea turned a captivating shade of golden orange, casting a spell on all who gazed upon its enchanting beauty. The waves hit the sand rhythmically. Tamara narrowed her eyes and stared out into the sea. Sebastian was on the other side of the sea. “You’re thinking about him,” came James’ cold voice. Tamara shrugged, “I love him.” “I’ll allow you to love him for another day. But from tomorrow onwards, your body and soul belong to me and me alone,” ordered James. Tamara sneered mockingly, “You’re a greedy asshole, James.” This wasn’t the first time Tamara had insulted him. But James was really greedy and wanted everything for himself. He threatened her and forced her to marry him, and now he was demanding to have all of Tamara. Was he fucking serious? James pursed his lips. He could clearly sense Tamara’s mockery. His gaze darkened. “It’s human nature to always want more. Take it from me. I could have left you after I was done with my task. But since I got to know you, I have had the urge to be your friend. Even after that, I wanted more—much, much more of you.” Tamara listened to his rant silently. “I thought your opinion of me would change after having saved your life twice. I thought I won you over,” stated James calmly. Tamara couldn’t read the expression on James’ face, leaving her uncertain of his emotional state. But that was none of her business. James continued, “Yet you hit me back hard. You made it clear that I was nothing to you, even in death.” Tamara shrugged, “I’m very grateful that you saved me, and I do want to be your friend. Even after knowing your intentions, I still chose to forgive you. Wasn’t that enough?” “It’s not enough,” growled James, “It’s far from enough. I want something more than that.” Tamara lost interest in the conversation. But James persisted. “I heard that love is blind, and it forgives everything. But I disagree with it. I think love is a possession—taking what is rightfully yours. As long as you’re by my side, I can fully call you mine, and that’s enough for me.” Tamara turned away from him. “I’m heading back.” She headed for the car. Although Tamara disagreed with his views, she saw no point in arguing with him because there was no love between them. James grabbed Tamara’s arms. “Don’t you think so too?” “Let go,” ordered Tamara coldly. “Even if you don’t agree with me, I’m sure Sebastian will,” laughed James. “But that doesn’t matter. He will be gone soon. He’s not coming back.” Tamara sucked in a deep breath. “What did you say?” James released her. “I won’t be jealous of a dead man.” Tamara slapped him across the face. She grabbed James by his collar. “If you lay a finger on Sebastian, I’ll make sure to tear you apart!”