Valeria pov
His voice vibrated through the room. Deep, rough, and commanding, and he just called my father by his name. His steps were swift, and he was beside us within seconds.
“Massimo.” Father’s voice broke; he was scared. I couldn't understand his sudden change of attitude.
I felt Massimo’s hand on my wrist gently as he pulled me closer to him.
“You do not speak to my wife like that, Jerald. How dare you?” Father cleared his throat and adjusted himself.
“She was misbehaving, and I needed to correct her. She's my child, after all.” That felt so weird coming from his mouth because he never claimed me as his unless I was benefiting him in a way.
“You f*****g slapped her, I can see the red mark on her cheeks. How dare you touch my wife? Do you know how this can affect your st
