At that moment she adjusted her dress, casting one last glance at the faces staring at her in utter bewilderment. Then, her voice, steady and resolute, filled the space.
"As my husband said, I am not a commodity that you can put a price on."
Her tone held no room for negotiation, her words clear and sharp, leaving no space for argument.
The weight of her statement hung thickly in the air, suffocating any remaining delusions they might have had about controlling her future like they once did.
Raymond, silent but imposing, buttoned his jacket calmly, his fingers moving with practiced ease. His eyes swept the room, meeting the gaze of each family member with a quiet yet unmistakable warning.
Then Valentina continued, her voice carrying an air of finality.
"Since this pathetic excuse of a meeting is over—" her gaze flickered toward her father, then toward Sebastian's battered face before settling on Maria, whose face had drained of all color.
