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Chapter 2

Autor: Anna Smith
Half an hour later, we returned to the Santoro estate we once shared.

For years, I had believed that being brought into the family grounds meant recognition—that one day, I would stand here openly, not as a shadow or a tool, but as the acknowledged woman of this house. I had mistaken proximity for belonging, and silence for consent.

I was wrong.

Today, the Santoro estate had never been this alive.

The engagement banquet drew in the entire city—every major crime family, political intermediaries who spoke in riddles, union bosses with blood on their ledgers, and men whose names never appeared on paper but decided the fate of those who did.

Crystal chandeliers burned overhead, throwing light across marble floors polished to a mirror sheen, while the air itself felt heavy, saturated with expensive perfume, practiced smiles, and the unspoken pressure of loaded guns resting beneath perfectly tailored suits.

It was only when I was led away from the crowd, back into the private wing of the estate, that I understood what that grandeur had cost me.

The lockboxes, the coded drawers, the weapons hidden behind false panels—gone.

The single framed photo Dominic once allowed me to keep—gone.

In their place were pale silk curtains, gilded mirrors, crystal vases filled with lilies of the valley.

Soft rugs. Delicate furniture. White and gold everywhere.

Nothing of me remained.

So that was why, a month ago, he’d told me to move out.

Not because it was inconvenient.

Because he was erasing me.

Dominic’s voice came from behind.“Allow me to make the introductions.”

I turned.

He stood there in a custom Brioni suit, flawless as ever.

Juliana Lancaster clung to his arm—blonde hair, blue eyes, dressed like something holy and untouchable.

“Juliana,” Dominic said calmly, “this is Victoria Miller.”

Juliana tilted her head, eyes lighting up with sudden familiarity.

“So it’s really you,” she said with a soft laugh. “I knew you.”

She stepped closer, studying me openly.

“Back when we were in school,” she continued with a light laugh, “you were always trailing after Dominic.”

She tilted her head, feigning nostalgia.

“People used to joke that no matter how fast he walked, you were always right there—like something that just wouldn’t shake loose.”

Her words sounded casual. Almost fond.

They landed like a slap.

Every gaze in the room snapped toward me.

Cold crawled up my spine.

Dominic looked over as well, brows knitting slightly—then he smiled.

“Victoria’s my a confidante,” he said easily.

Juliana’s eyes swept over my pale face, full of mock admiration.

“I’m really jealous,” she said sweetly. “Being able to get along with men so well, turning them into real brothers.”

She sighed.

“Unlike me. Growing up, I could only be friends with girls. The moment I got close to a man, people would call me… unfeminine.”

The room fell dead silent.

The last bit of color drained from my face.

I dug my nails into my palm, forcing myself not to react to the scrutiny pressing in from all sides.

Then Dominic spoke again, his voice unhurried—but there was a faint edge to it now, a deliberate sharpness, as if he were cutting something cleanly away.

“She’s not just a confidante,” he added. “She’s also the family’s cleaner.”

A clarification offered not because it was necessary—but because he was eager to draw a line, to make sure there would be no room left for misunderstanding in front of Juliana.

He turned to her immediately, not sparing me another glance.

“Darling, let me introduce you to the family,” he said.

He wrapped an arm around her waist and led her toward the main hall, his posture open and unmistakably protective, as though her place at his side had always been natural, unquestioned—while mine had just been formally erased.

I followed a step behind them.

The elders were already seated.

At Dominic, hesitating—

but before he could speak, Juliana smiled and said first:

“I’ve seen Victoria by Dominic’s side for so many years. I honestly thought…”

She paused, perfectly timed.

“…that the two of you might end up together.”

Dominic’s expression didn’t change.“We won’t,” he said flatly.

“She’s only my confidante—and my subordinate.”

He looked at me then, eyes sharp.

“And besides,” he added casually, “Victoria already has a fiancé.”

The word echoed.

“She’ll be getting married soon.”

Every gaze returned to me.I lowered my head slightly and smiled.

“Yes,” I said. “That’s right.”

For a fraction of a second, Dominic cast me an approving glance;

Then the tension vanished.

Juliana tightened her grip on his arm and gave me a small, victorious smile.

Dominic passed by me.

His hand lifted on instinct, fingers curving toward my shoulder—an old habit, he used to brush lint from my coat or tug me closer without thinking.

He stopped halfway.

Then his hand shifted course. He turned instead and reached up to Juliana, adjusting her hair, smoothing a loose strand back into place with deliberate care, as if the interruption had always been intentional.

Halfway there, he stopped.

Instead, he turned and reached up to adjust Juliana’s hair, smoothing a loose strand back into place with deliberate care.

He leaned closer as he passed, close enough that his shoulder brushed mine, his voice lowered so only I could hear.

“Good judgment,” he said quietly—approval wrapped in indifference, the kind given to someone who knows when to step aside. “When you really get married, I’ll arrange a house for you. A car.”

He paused, just long enough for the words to settle.

“Consider it compensation.”

The tone was calm. Measured. Almost generous.

Like an executive signing off on severance for a project that had finally run its course.

The dinner began.

I sat alone at the far end of the long table, posture perfect, expression untouched, watching Dominic and Juliana preside at the head. Guests flowed toward them in steady streams, glasses raised, smiles polished. I heard it clearly then—voices lowering with respect as they addressed her.

“Donna Juliana.”

Compliments followed easily. Praise for Dominic’s discernment. Admiration for a union of equal power, equal bloodlines. A partnership destined to strengthen the city’s balance.

He felt my gaze before I looked away.

Dominic turned his head, eyes finding mine across the length of the table. He lifted his glass—not in warmth, not in gratitude, but with that familiar precision. Assessment. Acknowledgment. The cool satisfaction of a man who believes everything is proceeding exactly as planned.

I raised my glass in return, my smile flawless.

I hope you can still smile like this, Dominic.

Three days from now.

When your heir is gone—

and you finally understand what it cost you to underestimate me.
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