Clash of Power

She staggered back, still clutching her cheek. “You don’t know who you’re messing with,” Nina hissed, her eyes burning with fury. “You think you’re something, don’t you? Just because you’re Damian’s little plaything.”

Elara didn’t flinch. Her gaze remained steady as she took a step closer, her voice low but laced with warning. “I am Damian’s wife. And as long as you are under this roof, you will respect me and everyone who works here.”

Nina’s lips twisted into a sneer, but she said nothing, her hand still pressed against the cheek that Elara had struck. She was clearly not used to being put in her place, especially not by someone she saw as beneath her. But Elara had no intention of letting her walk over her or anyone in her household. Not after everything she had been through.

Before Nina could make another move, Anita, still trembling from the earlier altercation, stepped forward. “Ma’am,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “Please... I didn’t mean to cause any trouble.”

Elara turned