At 7pm, Elena came downstairs.She wore a black evening gown Adrian's stylist picked. Hair curled, makeup perfect. She looked like a billionaire's wife. But inside, she was shaking.The dining room was full. Adrian's mother, his brother, his business partners — 10 people staring at her."Everyone, this is Elena Hart. My wife," Adrian announced, his hand on her lower back. Possessive. Cold.His mother, Margaret Knight, stood up. Elegant, 60, eyes like ice. "Wife? Adrian, you told us you were marrying Vanessa. Who is this girl?""My wife," Adrian repeated, louder. "We married yesterday."Margaret laughed. "Adrian, don't joke. This girl looks like she works in a supermarket."Elena's face burned. She wanted to disappear.Adrian pulled out a chair for her. "Sit."Dinner started. It was torture."So Elena, what does your father do?" one man asked.Elena froze. Her father was in police station because of Adrian."He... he is retired," she lied."Retired from what? Stealing?" Margaret mutter
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