Chapter 17
- Luciana's POV:
- The dining room was engulfed in a heavy, oppressive silence that had become all too familiar in this house. Adrian sat at the head of the sleek, polished table, his figure imposing and cold. His dark, unreadable eyes briefly lifted from his phone as I walked in.
- "Make me an omelet," he commanded, his voice eerily calm, like the quiet before a tempest.