His Ruthless Redemption (Isabella and Dominic) novel Chapter 210

Chapter 210

If there was one thing I hated more than family politics, it was family politics conducted over expensive lunch.

Because apparently, emotional manipulation Dated better with imported wine and linen tablecloths.

estaura Vittoria had chosen was exactly the kind of place she loved-too polished, too expensive, and full of people pretending not to look at each other while absolutely doing that.

I stood outsade with my mother for a moment before we went in.

Caterina adjusted her sunglasses and sighed like a woman preparing for war.

“If your aunt says one stupid thing today, I am leaving.”

I looked at her. “One”

She gave me a flat look. “Do not test me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

She narrowed her eyes. “You are your father’s son when you smile like that.”

“That sounds like an insult.”

“It is.”

Perfect

We walked inside.

Vittoria and Salvatore were already seated.

Of course they were.

Vittoria believed being early was a personality trait.

She stood as we approached, all polished smiles and expensive perfume.

“Finally,” she said, kissing my cheek. “I thought Milan traffic had claimed you.”

“I considered letting it,”

She ignored that beautifully.

Salvatore gave me a firm nod. “Dominic”

“Salvatore

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Sorry. In late

Then had a leonacters slowly

aai arc vou doing here My words were too sharp, too immediate, having left my mouth before I could soften them

lessis blinked

Before she could answer. Vittoria stepped in smoothly. “I invited her.”

Of course she dod

“She is your soon-to-be wife, Dominic,” she continued, like she was explaining basic mathematics to a child. should be here for a family lunch.”

My jaw tightened, Hard. I looked at my mother. Who looked like she was about three seconds away from launch basket at someone.

Because yes:

She had explicitly told Vittoria Alessia would not be joining

And Vittoria had ignored that completely.

Twanted to ask wuy

Wanted to ask since when my family had decided my life was a public group project

Warmed to tell Alessia to get back on the next tight to flockC

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Their gave a sharp lids out and sat back

She understood where I was saying from and was choosing to stay silent for my sake

Alta smuldvarehilly and took the seat beside me, a bit too close

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This bacly she said softly “Thank you for inviting me.”

Victoria locamed like she had just solved world peace, “Of course, darling. Someone around here has to think practically.”

curry slow sip of water

Because under was frowned upon in public

Aully began. I mean Vittoria and Alessia immediately turned it into a wedding summit.

Flowers Venues Guest lists. Seating arrangements.

ed more about centerpieces in twenty minutes than any man should in his lifetime.

And I was thinking ivory roses,” Alessia said, turning slightly towards me. “But maybe white orchids would be more elegant

Tnodded absently “Whatever makes you happy.”

Because clearly I had chosen emotional self-destruction as a hobby.

Vitoria clapped lightly: “See? This is what I keep saying. Dominic knows how to take care of his fiancée.”

the table, my mother nearly choked on her water.

pretended not to notice

Caterina Villoris said sweetly, which was always a bad sign. “what do you think?”

Caterina set her fork down with terrifying precision.

Think the sand calmly, “that if the flowers are pretty enough, perhaps they will distract everyone from the groom’s

saharie coughed in his napkin

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Me my mothersaid. “Never.”

I rubbed my temple.

This was my life.

This was actually my life.

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Alessia tried to recover the conversation. “I was also thinking maybe something intimate. Not too large”

Vittoria looked scandalized.

“Intimate? Absolutely not. A Moretti-Russo wedding should be unforgettable.”

My mother muttered, “For all the wrong reasons.”

1 heard it

Unfortunately, so did Vittoria.

“What is your problem with this wedding?” she asked, finally dropping the polite act.

There it was.

I knew we’d get here.

My mother leaned back in her chair. Cool. Controlled. Dangerous.

“My problem,” she said, “is that if all you wanted was to discuss wedding planning with Alessia, you could have gone to Florence and done it privately instead of dragging me into it.”

Vittoria’s expression sharpened. “Why are you so uninterested in your own son’s marriage?”

Because she knows it shouldn’t happen, I thought.

But aloud, I said nothing. Because I was still trying to keep the table from flipping.

Caterina gave a small smile. The kind that terrified grown men. “Perhaps because I prefer marriages based on love.”

Even Alessia went still. Shit.

1 stepped in immediately. “Enough.” My tone was calm. Firm. The boss voice.

Everyone paused.

Good.

Hooked at Vittoria. “My mother needs rest. She came here to have lunch, not defend herself

Then at Alessia.

Then Salvatore.

“I’ll take her home. The rest of you can continue your discussion at the penthouse if you’d like.”

Redirect. Control. Move.

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Anything to end this.

Vittoria looked offended. Which usually meant I had made the correct choice.

Salvatore, thankfully, was practical. He nodded once. “That makes sense,”

Good

One sane person remained.

Rare

My mother stood immediately. “Wonderful. I suddenly feel exhausted.”

I almost smiled.

pectations.

As we walked out, I could feel Alessia’s eyes on me full of questions and expectations.

I ignored all of them.

Because right now, if I had to discuss table linens one more time, I might simply disappear into the ocean.

The car ride back was quiet for exactly thirty seconds.

Then, my mother spoke, “She came because Vittoria called her.”

“Yes.”

“And your aunt is a menace.”

“Yes.”

“And if she says one more thing about wedding invitations, may fake my own death.”

I laughed despite myself. “There she is.”

She crossed her arms. “I told her Alessia was not joining.”

“I know.”

“So why is Alessia back in Milan?”

That was the question.

And one I didn’t like.

Because I hadn’t told her to come.

I hadn’t invited her.

And yet here she was again.

Hovering Pushing. Closing distance where I was trying to create it.

My jaw tightened. “I’m going to send her back to Florence.”

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A pause.

Then softer. “Before Isabellatices”

Too late for that, probably

Isa noticed everything

Especially when it came to Alessia

And honestly

She wasn’t wrong to.

I stared out the window as Milan passed outside in polished glass and gray strees.

I had wanted time. Patience. Control

Instead, everything kept tightening.

The wedding pressure. The family interference. Alessia refusing distance.

And somewhere in the middle of all of it, Isa. Pregnant. Waiting. Trying to decide if I was worth trusig

I had to fix this.

Soon

Before someone else made the decision for me.

Because I was starting to realize something dangerous, if I waited too long. I might lose her for good