I stood frozen at the bottom of the staircase, my limbs shaking, tears blurring my vision. Dante Romano’s presence filled the entry hall like a dark storm. Every whisper of air, every echo of footstep, felt magnified. My father lingered behind him, silent, broken.Dante’s cold voice sliced through the silence: “Take her to my private chambers. Let her breathe. I’ll join you shortly.”One of the men released my arm and gestured. I stumbled forward, legs weak, and followed them down the hall. My mind spun with fear and confusion, my heart hammered so hard I thought it might burst free through my chest. Behind me, Dante’s eyes followed every movement, his expression inscrutable, dangerous.******The corridor was long, dimly lit by sconces with flickering light. The air felt heavy, scented with cigar smoke and something darker—power, danger, control. The walls were lined with portraits of grim-faced men in suits, faces shrouded in shadows, as if they watched me pass.One of the guards gr
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