~Romena's POV~
The champagne flutes clinked around me like fragile promises, but all I could feel was the weight of my wedding gown hugging my curves, the lace scratching against my skin as I smiled for the hundredth time that night.
It was my wedding day....or night now, really...the after-party in this sprawling private villa on the outskirts of the city, all twinkling lights and laughter echoing off marble floors. I'd said 'I do' to Maxwell earlier, my now-husband, in front of everyone who mattered. He was sweet, steady, the kind of guy who planned dates and whispered sweet nothings.
But as I scanned the crowd, my eyes locked on his father, Victor, standing by the bar with a scotch in hand, his gaze burning into me like it always had.
God! Victor. The man who'd ruined me for anyone
