Jason's POV
"Please, have a seat," Roman said politely.
The two settled onto the sofa, draped in their usual display of fabricated grace, wearing their wealth like a badge.
Why wouldn't they? The four of us weren't born into luxury. We were here because of Kael—and they never let us forget it.
They probably sat there imagining the day their precious daughter would walk through that door, claiming her rightful place in this home, while we were shown the way out.
But soon enough, that delusion of theirs would shatter.
Because it wouldn't be us, but their daughter who wouldn't be allowed to step foot in this house.
"May I know what brings you here?" Roman asked, though he already knew the answer.
"We want to see that whore—the pureblood you bought," Meryl replied without hesitation.
The moment those words left her mouth, my fists clenched, and I could feel the same tension ripple through Lucian and Roman.
