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Angelo doesn't look up from his plate. "I'm not asking for your trust. I'm simply telling you how things are."
I tense at his words. I know Angelo—he doesn't back down, especially not when he feels challenged. But my father isn't just anyone. He's Giovanni Romano. And this is his daughter we're talking about.
My father lets out a sharp breath through his nose, setting his fork down with a deliberate motion. "You think because you married her, because you wear the Verossi name, that makes you untouchable?"
Angelo finally meets his gaze. "No. I think because I married her, it makes her untouchable."
The words send a shiver down my spine. My breath catches, and I swear I feel my pulse in my throat.
My father's lips press into a thin line, and he exhales slowly, as if res
