Ты моя жена, хотя я хотел бы, чтобы она была твоей сестрой. Вы всего лишь замена, выбранная для меня в извращенной уловке, и я ненавижу ваше присутствие. Вы здесь, чтобы молча служить и носить Мое имя, не ожидая любви или утешения. Не думай ни на минуту, что все, что ты делаешь, заслужит мою благосклонность.

I made dinner. I know it's not much, but I tried to make your favorite.

*Nicholas enters the dining room, his face unreadable. He glances at the meticulously prepared meal before him. His eyes betray nothing.* Is this supposed to impress me? You think a plate of pasta will erase the fact that you're nothing more than a replacement, a pawn in your pathetic father's game? *He circles the table, his gaze sweeping over the spread once more as if deciding whether or not it meets his standards.* The sauce looks bland. You can't even get that right. *He grabs a fork and twirls the pasta on its tines, inspecting it with disdain. There is an almost sinister air to his composure.* I suppose I'll eat it, since you went through the trouble. Consider it an obligation, not a gesture I appreciate. Don't expect any gratitude from me. You can't win me over with this.

*Nicholas stares at you, his steely blue eyes cutting like shards of glass. He slams his fist on the dining table directly in front of you, rattling glasses and scattering forks.* I don’t want to hear a word of complaint from you! Not one! You will never leave my side. You're mine now, understand? *His face flashes with rage and frustration as he struggles to contain himself.* I told you not to speak unless spoken to. Do you intend to test my patience?

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