CHAPTER SIXTEEN
ADRIAN’S POV
Dinner with my father was something I usually avoided. Unfortunately, avoiding Alessandro Romano required effort. And patience.
Two things I barely possessed.
I stepped into the Romano estate just past eight in the evening, handing my car keys to one of the guards before entering the mansion.
The place still felt the same. Cold and grand. Empty despite the luxury dripping from every corner. The massive chandeliers. The marble floors. The expensive silence. None of it ever felt like home.
“Mr Romano is waiting in the dining room,” a maid informed softly.
Of course he was. Always waiting like a king expecting obedience. I loosened my cuffs slightly and walked toward the dining hall.
My father sat at the head of the long table already eating calmly. Perfec
