Alina's POV---I was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, when I heard it.Voices. Loud, insistent voices. I sat up, disoriented, my heart pounding."Mother, you can't just..""Nonsense, Damien. It's already decided."I froze. That was Eleanor's warm, melodic voice. And Damien's cold, controlled one.I threw on my robe and walked to the top of the stairs. Below, in the foyer, Damien stood with his back to me, his hands clenched at his sides. Eleanor was in front of him, elegant as ever in a cream silk blouse and tailored trousers. Behind her, Ethan was carrying two large suitcases, grinning like he'd just won a prize."Mother," Damien said, his voice strained. "You can't just move in without telling me.""I'm not moving in," Eleanor said smoothly. "I'm visiting. For a few weeks. There's a difference.""A few weeks?""Your home is big enough for all of us," she said, waving a hand dismissively. "And I want to get to know my future daughter-in-law. Is that so wrong?"Damien's jaw tigh
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