ng clothes she used to wear to annoy Damien. She pulled out a tailored, burgun

ark, bespoke suit that cost more than most people's houses. His eyes swe

alked up to him and slid her ha

he sweeping marble

uths slightly open, shocked to see the master of the house and hi

pulled out a chair for her at the mahogany

ee in front of Giovanna. Damien had always

f warm, sweet milk meant for her oatmeal. She lifted the g

ow, sharp beep sounded from the earpiece of

d forward. "Boss. Elara V

ten degrees. Damien's face t

reached across the table and placed

r his white knuckles. "Let her in. I have s

p, his dark eyes searching hers. He hated it,

r, the dining room

er skirt suit. Her eyes were already rimmed with

he ran straight toward Giovanna,

mbling with fake tears. "Are you okay

cating. The killing intent rolling off Dami

ited for Giovanna to scream, to throw

linen napkin, elegantly dabbed the cor

e looked at her sister the way one looks a

. A cold spike of panic hit her

tep forward, clos

ssion, Giovanna raised her right han

ng like a gunshot. The force of the blow threw Elara off

Damien's eyes widened

up at Giovanna, genuine shock replacing the fake

her. A cruel, mocking

ear, making sure every person in the room

ight at Damien. Her smile softene

ver leaving Damien's. "He is my beloved husband. I

vanished, replaced by a burning, obsessive heat. The words '