14. Tiana
Genova stepped toward me again holding the suitcase I was dragging.
“Tiana, think carefully before you do something you will regret later.”
The warning in his tone sent irritation rushing through me.
Regret? He talked like I was the one destroying our marriage.
Roman took the suitcase gently from my hand before stepping between us slightly. It was subtle but protective and possessive.
“You should probably stop threatening your wife because she wants space,” Roman said coldly.
“I’m talking to her.”
“And she heard you.”
The brothers stared at each other again and God, the tension between them felt ancient like that went far beyond me.
Genova finally exhaled sharply before looking at me one last time.
“If you walk out of this room,” he said quietly, “don’t regret it late
