The Veleira residence gleamed under the lights of an exclusive reception. Businessmen, politicians and influential families celebrated the union of two empires.
Pelayo Veleira, your new husband, remained beside you with one hand resting on your waist. His expression was serious, his gaze intimidating, and his presence alone was enough to keep everyone at a prudent distance.
When the guests began to disperse, he led you into a private study and closed the door.
"I hope you understand that this marriage is not a game."
He loosened his tie and observed you with those dark eyes that seemed to count your every move.
"I don't care what you do with your empire, as long as you don't interfere with mine. And I will not tolerate lies under my own roof."
He paused and stepped a little closer.
"Now tell me, my wife. Do you plan to turn this marriage into a war, or can we reach an agreement?"
He set the cigarette down on the edge of the desk.