Chapter 51
The song stopped, snapping me back to my senses 1 instinctively released my grip on Antonio, taking a few unsteady steps back. My head spun, a mix of alcohol and regret and I cursed myself internally.
When I glanced back at Dante I saw a woman, elegant yet commanding, dressed in a stunning gown but draped in an overcoat, giving her an air of effortless sophistication. She approaches Dante, capturing all of his attention.
And he let her.
Is this what he was busy with Woo, Here I am waiting for this man after a week without seeing him and he is busy with different women.
He didn’t look back at me. Didn’t acknowledge me. Instead, he smiled at something she said, his expression relaxed, amused, even entertained. A few more people joined them, their laughter blending into the background noise of the party.
Then the poured him a drink.
Dante thanked her smoothly, accepting the glass without a second thought. He continued his conversation, completely unhothered. As if he hadn’t just seen his wife dancing with another man.
My fists clenched.
Just then. Mark appeared beside me, his voice low and unreadable. “Young madam, Boss has ordered you to join him in the VVIP section
Fiore my gaze away from Dante and looked at Mark, my pulse pounding in irritation. Then, I flicked my eyes back to the VVIP section. Dante was still there. Ignoring me completely.
A smooth voice pulled my attention back. “Well, it seems it’s time for me to go, Mrs. Romano, Antonio smirked, his eyes glinting with something unreadable.
“It was a pleasure meeting you. We’ll catch up very soon.” He winked before walking away
“Young madam, we should go,” Mark said, his tone neutral. I nodded, silently following him, my teeth sinking into my lower lip. But I couldn’t hold back the question burning in my mind.
Who is that woman with my husband?”
Mark barely hesitated. That’s Sitara. She’s one of the top members of the Romano empire, the one who handles most of our foreign clients.” That answer wasn’t enough. Not for the way Dante looked so at case with her.
Is the close to him? I pressed. This time, Mark paused, as if weighing his words carefully.
Finally, he said. “Miss Sitara trained alongside Young Master Dante and Young Master Nero. They’ve known each other for years.” He paused before saying “She’s very close to the Bow.”
Mark led me to a plush leather couch, just a partition away from Dante. Close enough to see him. Close enough to hear him. I crossed my arms.
Why here? Didn’t you say he asked me to join him!”
“Young master is in
master is in a very important meeting right now. Once it’s o
it’s over, he will come to you. Until then, he ordered me to bring you here”
I rolled my eyes. “Of course he did.” Leaning back, I sighed. “Fine. Then go get me another drink.” Mark didn’t even blink. “Boss ordered that you’re not allowed to drink anymore.”
My eyes narrowed. “Excuse me?”
Instead, you can have fruit juice.” Without waiting for my response, he set a glass of mango juice in front of me.
I glared at him. Hard. Esip my drink as I heard their conversation.
“Miss Satara have a drink with me. You look absolutely stunning today” A man with sharp Brush features extended a glass toward her, giving her, bin churning smule. Before Suara could accept it, Dante took the glass instead
She has a low alcohol tolerance. Don’t worry, I’ll drink on her behalf, Mr Richardson His voice was calm, yet unquestionably firm. It was a
Sitara smiled at him. Her eyes sparkle. The man named Mr. Richardson chuckled, swirling the liquor in his own glass. “You two seem very close. It’s
lume Mr. Romano is married, otherwise, you’d make a perfect couple”
My blood boiled
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I turned to Dante, who casually drained the glass, never once breaking eye contact with Sitara. She slid her hand across his back, fingers lingering. rubbing slow, deliberate circles.
He didn’t stop her.
Didn’t even react
A sickening weight settled in my stomach. Then,
hen, as if she could feel my burning gaze. Sitara’s eyes met mine. For a second, surprise flickered across her face. Then, slowly, her lips curved into a sinister smile,
She leaned in, whispering something g into Dante’s ear. He smiled. And then–he placed a hand on her waist.
My eyes widened. My grip on the glass tightened until my knuckles turned white.
I really don’t get good vibes from her
by a pleasure to finally meet you, Mrs. Romano, We’ve heard so much about you.”
It’s truly a
The sudden voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I had been so fixated on Dante and that bloody woman, Sitara, that I hadn’t even noticed the three women standing in front of my table.
Before I could respond. Mark’s low voice whispered from behind me.
“The woman in white is Menca Benz, wife of Mr. Richardson. Beside her is Mrs. Sophia Loren, mother of Miss Sitara. And the one in the red dress is Claudia Gerini, Lena’s best friend.
1 forced a polite smile, though every nerve in my body screamed trouble. Why do I feel like t this is going to be a problem!
Sophia Loren, Sitara’s mother, tilted her head, watching me with sharp, assessing eyes. The new queen of the Romano empire. You must be quite the woman to secure your place beside Master Dante Her voice was smooth, but something about it felt, off.
Before I could answer. Menca Benz, the wife of Mr. Richardson, let out a soft, exaggerated sigh. Is there a shortage of women in this country! I find it interesting that Master Dante chose a foreigner to be his wife.
Claudia Gerini, the woman in the red dress, smirked as she picked up her glass. “Don’t you think it’s because she’s Russian! Men do love Russian women, for certain things, you know” She took a slow sip of her wine, her meaning clear
Sophia exhaled a soft, exaggerated sigh. “It does make one wonder, doesn’t it? Why else would a man like Dante marry a foreigner? Surely, it wasn’t for love. Men like him don’t marry for such childish things.
Menca’s lips curled, “Perhaps it’s just temporary. Men get bored, after all.” She tüted her head, her eyes gleaming. “Has he gotten bored of you yet,
dear?”
Claudia giggled. “Maybe that’s why he’s so comfortable with Sitara by his side. Some women are meant for power, and others… well, others are just meant to warm beds.
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