Victor's softer moment was fleeting – cruelty reclaimed his face:
"Don't think this conversation means mercy for you or your sister, Juliana. Obedience is still expected."
His eyes gleamed with intensity as he stepped closer:
"In fact, tonight's... discussion has merely sparked my interest in breaking your spirit completely."
My heart raced with fear, but also – strangely – anticipation.
He reached out, his fingers brushing against my cheek – a gentle touch amidst his menacing words:
"You're still defiant. I admire that. It makes the conquest sweeter."
My skin prickled at his touch, a shiver running down my spine – not entirely from fear.
Suddenly, Sophia's voice echoed from the intercom – a timely interruption:
"Victor, Leonardo requests a meeting regarding a rival family's threat."
Victor's gaze lingered on mine before he responded:
"Tell Leonardo I'll meet him in the study. Alone."
As he turned to leave, his whisper sent shivers down my spine:
"Our conversation – and conquest – is merely delayed, wife."