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The drive was filled with tense silence. When I tried to pick up my phone to pass the ti, Jace stopped . He said it was not the ti and if I needed to look at anything I should stare at the window as the car drove past different things. I was a little bit upset by that so I frowned.

"Keep that up and you’ll have a reason to shed tears by the end of the night." He warned .

I imdiately fixed my face into sothing plain. He seed pissed and I knew better than to be stubborn after what happened in the morning.

We arrived at the venue about half an hour later.

My heart raced as we walked into the fancy ballroom of the the hotel that I found out belonged to Jace.

He took my hand in his own and when we walked in with his guards surrounding us, all eyes were on us. I could hear mumbling and whispering as we walked in. I looked up at my husband and saw that his jaw was set. He looked even scarier than what I assud him to be.

His gray eyes stayed focused ahead and he did not even spare a glance as we moved in.

As we moved further into the fancy place, my eyes trailed over the decorations. Unable to stop myself, I gasped at the sight. It was gorgeous and scread luxury.

Unexpectedly, he leaned in, his hand was on the small of my back and it felt like a burning sensation when he pressed into .

"You’re THE Jace Romano’s wife. Act like it." He said through gritted teeth in my ears.

Anger flashed in my eyes briefly as I looked at him. Once again, I had to fix my face.

"Do not leave my side and do not take any drinks from an untrusted individual." He instructed .

If only he knew how much I hated being told what to do.

"Don,"

"Tomas, you’re late." Jace said.

I looked up and my eyes t with the handso stranger who had approached us. He was handso with brown hair and and had softness in his brown eyes compared to Jace whose steely gray eyes suited his personality perfectly.

"Hello to the beautiful wife of Don Romano,"

I smiled softly and reached out for a handshake but he took my hand and kissed my knuckles instead.

I was glad my makeup covered my blush.

"This is Tomas. He handles the things I don’t have patience for." Jace said to .

"You’re safe with him if I’m not here." He added and I nodded.

"Nice to et you Tomas." I finally spoke.

"Pleasure’s all mine Mrs Romano."

My heart skipped at the ntion of the title. I had never heard so formally. In fact it was then I realized I was out of the house for the first ti since Jace Romano took . He really did take away my freedom. I was in jail without realizing it.

One after the other guests started coming to us.

The event had started proper and everyone wanted to speak to the host. I was led to a table by Tomas while Jace dealt with business.

"What would you like to drink?"

I looked around the uniford servers in the room.

"Um, nothing." I responded.

"He told you not to take anything right?"

"Yeah," I chuckled, feeling awkward with all the stares and whispers.

"What would you like? I’ll get it for you."

"Anything soft is fine." I said.

Tomas nodded and walked off.

The whispers felt louder after he left.

"Is that Jace Romano’s wife?"

"I heard they had a lowkey wedding."

"I heard their marriage was rushed."

"I didn’t even think he was in a relationship. He has so many won!"

"Wasn’t he betrothed to soone else?"

I imdiately felt uncomfortable hearing all of that. Why were they gossiping so loud? I thought rich people knew how to handle things like this better.

Tomas returned with my drink soon and thankfully sat next to . His eyes seed to be roaming around like a hawk in search of sothing or soone. I had noticed that was how all the guards placed at different entrances behaved too. They were very serious about their jobs.

My eyes trailed over to Jace as he shook hands with different people. So of them were well known business n. Others seed to belong to the underworld, I could tell from his body language when they approached and how they carried themselves.

There was sothing about people in the mafia and how they are always so guarded. Their expressions are always rigid and threatening. It was almost as if smiling was abominable.

Unexpectedly, a girl in a quite revealing dress approached him. She had her guards in suits behind her and she had a seductive smile on her face as she approached.

I saw Jace stiffen.

Coincidentally, our eyes t.

"The Don wants you over there." Tomas said to , getting in his feet.

"Now?" I asked in surprise.

"Now."

Tomas gently pulled up, signaling to one of my two personal guards that they needed to follow with his fingers.

My feet had started to hurt in these heels so he helped walk over to where my husband was.

Surprisingly, Jace imdiately pulled to his side, possessively placing his hand over my hips as soon as we got to where he was.

"Caterina, this is my wife Mrs Mirabel Romano."

The gorgeous woman in front of gave a detailed once over. She was sizing up. I imdiately felt self conscious. She probably thought I was not a good fit for soone like him. I agreed with her. I did not belong his world and I was sticking out like a sore thumb in the midst of these prestigious individuals.

"So the rumors are true. You broke off our engagent and got married to this?" She gestured at .

I was unable to hide my surprise. I had no idea he was engaged before now. If he was, why on earth did he choose to marry a random stranger like ?!

This night just got more interesting.

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