Chapter 151 – Raffaele POV
What the fuck has Daphne done?
I sit perfectly still, hands folded in my lap like a hostage who's decided silence is the safest form of resistance.
Across from me, on opposite ends of my sitting room, Regina and Antonia are mid-debate.
Correction: they're mid-selection.
Of my future wife.
I lean back against the armchair, trying to act composed while mentally considering if I can dive out the window and survive.
Antonia—rests elegantly on the chaise, one leg crossed over the other, blonde hair twisted into an effortless chignon, her sharp smile dipped in poison and perfume.
Regina lounges in my reading chair like she owns it, arms spread along the back, smirking with the smugness of someone who's already picked out the engagement ring for me.
I glance between them.
Any sane man would be thrilled. Two devastatingly beautiful women discussing his marital future like it's an elite chess game?
Except these women are terrifying.
And they enjoy it.
