Cristiano was standing before the mirror, brushing his hair, when he heard the sharp sound. His hands froze for a split second before he resumed, finishing with deliberate calm, his cold eyes fixed on his own reflection.
“Do you think of yourself as some kind of queen?” Cristiano’s grandmother scolded in a sharp, cutting tone.
Siena was still stunned from the slap, her hand pressed to her burning cheek. She couldn’t understand why the old woman was so furious.
“What… what did I do?” she asked, her wide eyes filled with confusion.
“Didn’t your mother-in-law tell you that you are supposed to get up early and prepare breakfast for everyone?” the grandmother snapped, her face twisted with disdain.
Siena’s gaze flicked toward her mother-in-law in silent question. Soraya lowered her head as
