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I have to be careful dealing with him. I smile at Damien before I continue. The favour isn't what he thinks it is.
“In the meantime, I want her trained to be a wife.... My wife. Not a princess. Not a sheltered girl. She needs to learn what marriage is. She needs to understand she won’t be living in a fantasy. She’ll have a husband to take care of, children to raise. My children will not be raised by nannies. They will be raised by their mother. And I want her prepared to be the Don’s wife. Not the Morozov princess. The Moretti Don’s queen.”
Damien nods slowly. “That’s acceptable.”
“Good,” I say, standing and buttoning my jacket. “I’m glad we got that out of the way... pleasure talking to you as always.”
“Cheers,” Damien says, raising his glass.
I raise mine too, put it to my mou
