Chapter 47: Wrath

The silence enveloped us like a heavy blanket as we sat in Vincenzo's sleek black car, the hum of the engine providing the only sound in the dimly lit interior. I stole a glance at him, noting the tension in his shoulders and the furrow in his brow. His normally immaculate appearance was slightly disheveled, a stark contrast to his usual composed demeanor.

"Are you okay?" I asked softly, my voice barely above a whisper. His cold blue eyes flickered towards me briefly before returning to the road ahead, his expression unreadable.

We stopped at a red light, the silence stretching between us like an unbreakable barrier. I fidgeted nervously in my seat, feeling the weight of his gaze upon me.

"Why did you allow them to mistreat you like that?" he finally spoke, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife. "You're no longer their child, Annizah. You're my wife, a Romanov, and you deserve respect."

His words struck me like a blow to the chest, and tears welled up in my eyes. "I'm sor