His Palace

Isabella POV

Once the servants finished setting up, Justin dismissed them with a wave of his hand and they promptly left the room.

"Take a seat, wife and let me explain what I need you to do for me." Justin said, motioning towards a chair at the table.

I hesitantly lowered myself into the chair, which was positioned beside him at the dining table. My gaze shifted towards the mouthwatering breakfast spread that adorned the center of the table.

"Can you stop calling me wife, it's quite annoying." I admitted; I was still trying to accept our marriage.

He slightly chuckled, "Says the wife."

I looked the other way, grumbling, until I heard him exhaling a deep breath, saying, "However..."

"We will be meeting my family this weekend and I need you to be prepared." He spoke with demand in his husky voice as he straightened his tie.

I raised an eyebrow, inquiring, "What do you mean by prepare?"

"I need you to get this clear..." He said as he narrowed his attention to me, declaring, "You