"Not only that, but at her fifth birthday celebration next week, I'm planning to transfer all my operational holdings to my baby girl. The hotel, the fronts, the territorial shares. When she comes of age, the entire Montecarlo empire will be hers."
Dante's eyes lit up. He grabbed my hands, barely able to contain himself. That smile appeared — a half-second too quick, too polished, the reflexive charm that preceded whatever calculated thing he was about to say.
"Honey, Carina is so lucky to have a mother like you. And I'm so lucky to have a wife like you. We really hit the jackpot."
I pulled my hands free, swallowed the nausea, and smiled. "Carina has sensitive skin and she's picky about food. Everything she eats, wears, and uses has to be the best. I'll have my assistant deposit five hundred thousand into the family account. You two go enjoy yourselves."
Dante was beside himself with joy. He leaned in and kissed my forehead. "Then I'll leave the birthday celebration planning to you, honey. When we get back from the trip, we'll celebrate as a family."