Chapter 52
Sitara glanced at Dante, watching him closely. He had heard every insult aimed at his wife, there was no doubt about it. Yer, he didn’t react. His expression was blank as if he didn’t care.
A smirk crossed her lips.
“Sa, the rumours were wrong.” she thought
“Boss doesn’t date on his wife like everyone says. He doesn’t even care if she’s being insulted right in front of him. Her eyes sparkled with satisfaction as she looked at Elara, enjoying the shine,
Sitars then placed a briefcase on the table with a confident thas “Let’s get
get to the p
the point,
Mr. Richardson. Here’s the advance payment we agreed on
She unlatched the briefcase and flipped it open, revealing stacks of crisp bills.
Mr. Richardson’s eyes gleamed with greed. He picked up a bundle, brought it to his nose, and inhaled deeply like a man intoxicated by wealth.
“You’ve placed a massive order with us.” he said, his tone both curious and suspicious. “What do you need so many guns for, Mr. Romano? Planning awar!”
Dante smirked, running his index finger along the rim of his glass. His voice was calm, almost lazy, yet dangerously sharp.
“That’s not your concern, Mr. Richardson. Just get it done, I need them fast.”
Mr. Richardson snapped the briefcase shut, his mind working through the details. After a moment of thought, he gave a nod
“Alright. I’ll have the shipment ready as soon as possible.”
“The warehouse locations stay between us. Sitara added, her tone firm. “No one else should know about-
SLAP. The sharp crack echoed through the VVIP section.
Claudia stumbled back, gasping, her wine glass tilting dangerously in her hand. The entire lounge went silent. All eyes turned to Flira.
She tilted her head slightly, voice dripping with mock concern. “Oops. Did I break your face, or just your arrogancer she said. Claudia clutched her check, stunned, but Elara wasn’t done.
She turned to Sophia, her gaze sharp enough to slice her into pieces I may be a foreigner, Mrs. Loren, but at least I don’t need my daughter to crawl into a married man’s bed to gain power Sophia gasped, her smugness faltering lure by little.
“How dare you? Do you know who I am?!” she shrieked, her voice rising. Menca, ever the composed one, narrowed her eyes. Without hesitation, she grabbed her wine glass and threw the deep red liquid at Elara,
But just before it could hit her. Mark stepped in front of her, his broad frame shielding her from the splash.
The wine splattered uselessly onto the marble floor. “You dare lay hands on us!” Menca skethed.
Elara chuckled, shaking her head. “How foolish you are, Mrs. Menca. Her voice was almost amused.
“Don’t you know? You should never throw red wine on dark clothing. It doesn’t leave a stain.” Elara said and Before Menca could react, Elara smoothly grabbed a drink from a passing waiter. And without hesitation, she poured the entire contents over Menca’s head.
The golden liquid soaked into her pristine white designer dress. Menca shrieked, hands flying up to her drenched hair, eyes wide disbelief. Tears of rage filled her eyes as she let out an enraged scream.
e with
Elara stepped closer, smirking. I dare do whatever the fuck I want Elara said coolly, “And if you speak about my marriage again” She leaned in just enough for Menca to see the tire in her gaze
“I won’t stop at just a slap. The entire lounge held its breath. Megea stormed toward her Innband. Mr. Richardson, her face flushed with Inimluation For a brief moment, Dante could see an evil smirk on Richardson. That then, his expression darkened as he turned to Dante.
“What is this, Mr. Romano?” His voice was sharp, laced with anger. “Is this how you allow your wife to treat your guests?”___
He gestured toward Menca, her dress still dripping
she insulted my wife Won’t you make her to apologize our deal will Ilie at risk Mr Romano All eyes turned to Dante.
Dante’s gaze slid to his wife. She stood with her arms crossed, unintentionally pushing her chest up her deep neckline revealing more than she
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realized
His jaw tightened. His fists clenched. She was flashing what was his. And she had no idea. His eyes darkened, unblinking, locked onto her.
Sitara, seething with tage, rose from her seat. Her nails dug into her palms as she stalked toward Elara, barely restraining herself. Leaning in close, she whispered harshly, her voice trembling with fury. “Elans, did you not hear what Mr. Richardson said?” “Her breath was sharp against Elara’s car “Apologize. Now, We are in the middle of a very important meeting“
But Elara didn’t move, She didn’t even spare Sitara a glance, Instead, her gaze remained locked on Dante. And then, without hesitation, she reached for the bottle of liquor on the table, stepping forward. Positioning herself directly in front of Dante. She poured him a drink in his empty glaws.
“Seems like I’ve interrupted your important meeting” Elara’s voice was sissooth, almost trasing,. “Do you want me to apologize Dante’s eyes locked onto hers. His se tightened. His Bats clenched. But he didnt say a wood. The silence between them cracklel with unspoken tension. Elara’s lips. curled slightly as if daring him to respond. “Do what you think is right he spoke in cold voice. She exhaled softly, then gracefully slid off his lap.
She turned, her gaze shifting to the three women sall glaring at her. “Apologize? She let out a soft lough, shaking her head.
“Oh, ladies, you seen confused” She took a step closer. “I don’t apologize to people beneath me. Instead you should be punished how dare you
inst your leader’s wife”
„Sophia’s nostrils flared. “You little- Elara held up a hand, cutting her off effortlessly.
“Careful, Mrs. Loren. That litle face–lift of yours might crack if you get too angry
Menca sucked in a breath. Claudia’s nails dug into her wine glass. Elara sighed dramatically, flipping her hair over her shoulder.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have far more important things to do than entertain washed–up socialites clinging to their last bit of relevance.”
Elara turned to walk away, but before she could take a step. A rough hand grabbed her wrist. Mr. Richardson’s grip was tight. Too tight.
“How i
dare you walk away after insulting my wife?” he snarled, his voice thick with fury,
Before Elara could react, a cold voice cut through the air. Dante. With calmness, he set his glass down on the table. His furious gaze landed on Elara “You like showing yourself off to other men, my wife?” He smiled slightly, but there was nothing warm about it. Just pure, biting sarcasm.
Elara frowned, confused until she saw his hand move. In one swift motion, Dante gripped Mr. Richardson’s wrist.
Tighter.
“Aghhh Dante! Mr. Richardson gasped, his face contorting in shock and pain. His Engers loosened instantly, releasing Elara. Dante didn’t evell spare hum a glance. Instead, he reached for Elara’s hand, holding it delicately, pulling her towards him. She lost her balance slightly, her hands landing on his shoulders for support. With the sudden force, she fell against his chest.
“You know it’s only my right to see you like this” His voice was low and dangerous, his breath wann against her skin. His figure gripped her waist, ” to touch you like this” He whispered near her ears.
And I won’t forgive you for it. Then, he stood up.
“Boss, please Control your anger! Think about our deal–Sitara whispered urgently.
Dante didn’t even glance at her. His patience snapped,
“Fuck this deal” Before Sitara could even finish her plea, Dante grabbed Mr Richardson by the collar, and p
punched him
“How Dare. You”
Anuther punch. Then another And another
Three Four Five times, until Mr. Richardson hit the ground, groaning.
Splara gasped.
“Ikons, please—” die tried again, stepping forward
“Sitara.” Just her name was enough to silence her and to send a chill down her spine. All her questions were instantly answered. Dante Romana
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really made Elara Romano his weaknes
Mr. Richardson groaned from the floor, fut instead of backing down, he smirked, spitting blood onto the marble.
Oh I can see why this Russian woman made Danie Romano crazy for her?” he provoked, licking his lips.
