“So what exactly do you plan to do now,” Dante’s voice cut through the silence, his tone calm but probing.

Marco turned to look at Dante, a brow coming up. “What do you mean?” he asked.

“I mean,” Dante paused, then continued. “I know you aren't going to marry Gaia.”

Marco’s gaze darkened as he glared at his cousin. A scowl formed on his face as he said in return.

“I never had any intention of marrying Gaia. I made it clear from the start.”

Dante nodded in understanding, “Of course, I knew that, But after the conversation with your father today, you'll have to get married to her.”

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