After His Betrayal, I Became His Mother-in-Law
Isabella hesitated, then continued, "Actually... I don't mind if you start over. Neither does Matteo. We're grown up now, you don't have to hold onto Mom's memory forever."
She looked at her father pointedly. "Even if it's with a... young, or even a special woman."
Dante took a sip of his whiskey. "Don't overthink things. Go to bed."
"Goodnight, Papa." Isabella stood up, kissed him on the cheek, and went upstairs.
Dante sat alone in the dim living room, his mind replaying the image of Juliana at dinner, the way that damn short skirt clung to her legs.
And the mark on her neck, a brand that sent a hot, possessive fury through him.