He Chose Another Heir Now He Wants Me Back Chapter 09
Luca stood two steps away.
When he heard the word “husband,” he looked like he’d taken a physical blow. His jaw locked, and the veins stood out on the backs of his hands.
His wedding band caught the sunlight.
Six years ago, it had been the barrier that kept me out of the Rossi family.
Six years later, I used that same identity to block him.
I looked away.
Salvatore was silent for a long time, tapping his cane against the ground rhythmically.
“Moretti boy,” he finally said, “it’s true your grandfather and I are acquainted. But you kept De Luca blood in Paris for six years without a single formal announcement. How do we settle that account?”
“We settle it now.”
Dante smiled faintly. His tone became more polite, but the pressure behind it didn’t lessen.
“In Paris these last six years, Elena earned her own home and her own career. She got her license, joined a firm, and became a partner without any help from me. When she was sick, I took her to the hospital. When she needed security, my men stood watch outside her door. If anyone wants to calculate those favors, send me the bill. But her choices are not debts owed to anyone.”