“Please, do not ruin the goodwill I bring tonight. I did not invite you all here to hurl accusations or to hear my wife condemned for something utterly senseless,” Arnav’s voice cut through the air like a steel blade, silencing the room in an instant.
His authority was absolute, the kind that needed no raised voice, no physical force, just the weight of his presence.
Sylvia’s fiery eyes faltered, her lips trembling before she lowered her gaze to the polished table. Across from her, Louisa, the sister Raellyn had nearly forgotten in the storm of emotions, followed suit, her posture shrinking into quiet submission. The venom that had laced their words only moments ago dissipated like smoke under the pressure of Arnav’s unshakable tone and just like that, order was restored to the table.
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