Fifteen years later.The Romano estate was alive with celebration. Crystal chandeliers blazed above the banquet hall, gilded tables sagged under the weight of food and wine, and the air thrummed with music and laughter. Men in tailored suits and women draped in jewels raised their glasses to Dante Romano — still broad-shouldered, still dangerous in his silence — and to Valentina, regal as ever, her smile sharpened by years of fire.The King and Queen of Wolves, the whispers went. Untouchable. Unbreakable.But not all whispers were loyal.Isabella Romano slipped from the hall before dessert was served. She knew how her parents wanted her to play the part — smile sweetly, sit straight, let the older men pinch her cheek as tho
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