Adriana paced the length of the study, her fingers twitching with frustration. Every shadow in the room felt heavier now. The elegant chandeliers, the gilded furniture, the ancient family portraits—each one whispered secrets she could no longer ignore.
Clarissa had left hours ago, but her words still lingered like poison in the air.
“You were meant to secure the future of the Romanos…”
It felt like her entire life had been manipulated. Not just by Marco—but by fate, by her own bloodline. She turned to face him, arms crossed tightly over her chest.
“You should have told me everything, Marco,” she said quietly. There was no anger in her tone now. Only hurt. “I had the right to know what I was walking into.”
Marco, seated behind his desk with a glass of untouched whiskey in his hand, fin
