On this mid-afternoon, the sharp bite of autumn enveloped The Cliffs. The clouds, heavy with the threat of rain, blanketed the sky, casting a gloomy setting over the Potomac landscape. A brittle wind rattled through the trees, carrying with it the faint tang of wet leaves.

  Aiden and Louisa parked beside the east wing and emerged from their sleek black Ford Explorer, their warm breaths visible in the crisp air. Louisa adjusted her scarf, pulling it tighter, while Aiden let his eyes wander across the stone facade of the mega-mansion, his features carved into a mask of restraint.

  They stepped onto the gravel path, hands clasped, their footfalls muffled by the crunch beneath their shoes. The heavy door swung open to reveal Hanz, who greeted them with a courteous nod. His smile was welcoming, though there was an air of careful formality in the way he ushered them into the parlor.

  The interior exuded wealth and sophistication, the faint scent of polished wood and burning cedar drifting from the nearby linear fireplace. A cluster of unfamiliar faces dotted the space, their postures composed yet watchful, as if bracing for an encounter of consequence.

  Aiden’s towering frame filled the doorway, radiating an imposing authority honed from years of martial arts mastery. Louisa, though graceful, carried an undeniable strength behind her calm disposition. Conversation faltered, and the room seemed to hold its breath.

  Lara rose from the sofa to greet them, a bright grin breaking through her anxiety. She moved toward her parents, her arms outstretched. “Mom, Dad,” she called warmly, “it’s so good to see you.” She hugged them, lingering longer than usual before pulling back. “I want you to meet Sana’s parents.”

  She gestured toward Sadra and Ami to make the introductions. “Uncle Sadra, Aunt Ami, this is my father, Aiden, and my mother, Louisa.”

  Sadra’s usually stoic demeanor softened as he extended his hand to Aiden. “Welcome, Aiden, Louisa. We’re so glad you could join us.”

  “Thank you for having us, Sadra,” Aiden replied, his deep timbre even, though a slight edge hinted at caution.

  Louisa’s attention drifted across the parlor before settling on Sana. Concern flickered across her composed expression as she said, “Sana, Lara told us you were in an accident. Seeing you now, I can finally put my heart at ease. How’s the recovery going?”

  “I’m almost recovered. I’ll be as good as new in no time.” There was a quiet exhaustion about her, but she still smiled, though it seemed a little strained.

  As polite pleasantries wove through the room, Kasra felt the pressure in his chest tighten. His palms grew damp despite the cool air, his pulse drumming with a mix of dread and determination. He had rehearsed his speech countless times, imagining Aiden’s face and Louisa’s reaction, but now that it was here...

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  He stood just as a hush fell, drawing attention. He swallowed hard, and he forced a breath through clenched teeth, steadying himself before speaking.

  “Master Wolfe, Mrs. Wolfe,” he began, his words clear but edged with nervousness. “I hope I’m not interrupting, but I’d like to introduce myself.”

  Aiden and Louisa turned their gaze to him, intrigued.

  “My name is Kasra,” he started, his bravado faltering for a beat before regaining strength. “I’m Sana’s eldest brother, and... I’m also Lara’s boyfriend.”

  The admission hung in the air; the silence that followed was thick with tension. But he pressed on, “I asked Lara to invite you both here today... to ask for her hand in marriage.”

  The atmosphere grew still. The crackle of the fireplace suddenly seemed too loud. Aiden’s eyes narrowed, his jaw clenching as he snapped his head to his daughter. “Lara Wolfe, are you involved with Sana’s brother?” The weight of his question bore down on her like a gavel.

  Lara recoiled, as if the air left her lungs in a rush. She took a step back, her hand instinctively clutching the fabric of her dress. She had not anticipated this; her father’s reaction was totally out of left field.

  “I’m sorry, Dad,” she whispered, shame flooding her senses. “I should’ve told you and Mom sooner, I—” She trailed off, her voice breaking under the pressure of his withering disapproval.

  Louisa’s stare hardened, her rebuke piercing her like a dagger. “Lara, have you no sense of social standing? We’re not like them. Let’s not forget you work for Sana. Her family’s power, their influence... Where did you get the idea that you could be like them?”

  The words stabbed at Lara. Her chest ached, but she could not bring herself to look up.

  Aiden added his judgment with equal severity. “Your mother is right,” he spat, his tone carrying the finality of a verdict. “Lara, we are just ordinary folk. If you marry him, you’ll have to bear burdens well beyond your capacity. And I won’t allow it.”

  Kasra stiffened. He hadn't expected any resistance, let alone this level of disdain. His breath came shallow, and the world seemed to close in on him. Yet he knew he couldn’t back down now—not when his and Lara’s happiness hung in the balance.

  “I understand your concerns, Master Wolfe,” he said, his voice carrying conviction despite the tremor beneath it. “But what we share isn’t bound by backgrounds or social standing. Lara means everything to me, and nothing—not power, not reputation—will change that. I’ll protect her from anything, even the pressures you speak of.”

  Aiden’s expression darkened. “Feelings alone aren’t enough, young man.”

  Sadra, sensing the situation spiraling out of control, stepped forward. “Aiden,” he began, his timbre warm but firm, “in our family, character matters more than status. Lara is a wonderful child, and we have always considered her our own daughter. If she marries into our family, rest assured she’ll be cared for and protected just as Sana has always been.”

  Aiden blinked, caught off guard by Sadra’s forthrightness. For a split second, his resolve seemed to waver.

  But then his shoulders squared, his spine stiffening with renewed determination. He turned back to Kasra, his tone low and dangerous. “Kasra, if you believe you can shield her from those pressures, then prove it.”

  Kasra’s heart hammered in overdrive, his palms slick, jaw set. He knew this moment would shape the course of his and Lara’s future. He gave Lara a sidelong glance, wondering how he was going to prove it.