Dante’s POV Arielle’s eyes lit up as she took in the dining table. The spread was an array of exquisite dishes, prepared by the top chef I’d invited, succulent roasted meats, delicate seafood, colorful vegetables, freshly baked bread, and desserts. “Dad, you seriously outdid yourself. This is a royal welcome!” Arielle reached for a bread roll, grinning from ear to ear. “Are we celebrating something? Or is this your way of saying you missed us that much?” Selene smirked from across the table, lifting her glass. "He must have. Look at this spread, Dante. You really went all out. I almost thought we were dining with the Pope.” A small laugh escaped me, but it felt hollow in my chest. They had no idea what storm was about to break over this table. "I'm glad to have you both here." I cleared my throat, reaching across to squeeze Arielle's hand. My daughter's hand, so small in mine, yet so strong. "Having my daughter in this home again, after everything we've been through, it means mor
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