Chapter 8
Elena’s POV
The family dinner Victor had demanded arrived that evening. I stood in front of the mirror in my guest suite, adjusting a simple but elegant dark dress. My hands trembled slightly as I smoothed the fabric.
The diamond ring on my finger caught the light. It still felt heavy after the holy vows we had spoken only days ago.
Damien waited for me near the front door of the penthouse. He was already dressed in a sharp black suit. His expression was unreadable as usual.
We walked down to the private garage without speaking and got into his car. The drive to his parents’ house would take nearly forty minutes. The silence between us felt heavy from the start.
After a few minutes on the road, I could not stay quiet any longer.
“Your father sounded serious on the phone
