The grand dining hall of the Romano estate gleamed under the golden chandeliers. The long mahogany table was set immaculately—crystal glasses, polished silverware, and ornate candelabras casting flickering light across the room. Every detail screamed wealth, power, and tradition.But to Mia, it felt suffocating.She sat at the center, beside Mark, wearing a gown of deep crimson that hugged her frame elegantly. Her hair was pinned back perfectly, her makeup flawless. The image of the perfect wife.But inside, she was anything but perfect. Her heart thudded with anger, anxiety, and a strange, unbidden awareness every time Mark moved beside her.Her father, Don Romano, sat at the head of the table, his dark eyes scanning her like a hawk. Every muscle in his face was taut with expectation. “Mia,” he said, voice calm but commanding, “remember your place tonight. This is a family dinner. A display of unity. You are my daughter, and he is your husband. Behave accordingly.”“Yes, Father,” Mia
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