In the ruthless world of warring mafia families, blood ties are meant to be thicker than any blade. But for princesses Calla and Lily, loyalty will be torn between honor and selfish desires.
After a treacherous death threat, the sisters are forced i...
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(Calla)
If you want out of this marriage, tell me. I'll take the entire blame. Dominick's offer keeps replaying in my head as I try to work at the desk in my room.
He is willing to give me an out for this marriage and take the full brunt of the blame, knowing that both of our families would come down harshly on him. I can't figure out why. What's the motivation behind it? Dominick's offer is tempting, but I'm unsure if I want to take it. It's not like my mother would say oh well, and let me be. She'll start searching for a new prospect.
The idea of marrying anyone else in our acquaintance circle feels worse than marrying Dominik. At least with Dominik, there is some familiarity and history. While he may not be perfect, I know what to expect and can trust him with my family. Marrying someone else from our acquaintance circle would be a dire mistake. I can't ensure they will handle the family business well and not use our stature for their own gain.
Dominik's sincerity in his offer ensured that he doesn't care about my family status. He's willing to let it go to make me happy. I can't figure out why he cares. For a moment, I let myself think he likes me and pulled him closer to kiss him. Thank God his assistant snapped me back to reality.
Pull yourself together. I frustrately grunt as I stare at the Perez Family's finances, trying to get ready for when Diego, the second son, shows up to get their money cleaned. I need to stay focused and not get distracted by my feelings. I need to stay focused on the task at hand and make sure The Perezs get their money.
The sincerity in Dominik's eyes flashes into my head. I grunt, slam my laptop closed, and scoop it up. This is ridiculous. Why is this getting to me so bad? Maybe I need a snack.
Usually, I don't leave my room unless I'm dressed like I'm ready to rule the world, but today I want comfort. My tattered, off-the-shoulder sweater, jean shorts, and ponytail are far from glamorous. My mother would be appalled, and the small pearl earrings do nothing to dress the look up. Today, I choose comfort over conformity. I may not be ruling the world today, but I am ruling my own comfort.
My attention is drawn outside the bathroom and into the bedroom by what sounds like a fight between Kwan and Lily. A frown spreads across my face as I walk over the railing to see if I can intervene. It's a good thing they're in the living room, where I can easily spy on them from above.
As I peer down, I see Kwan and Lily engaged in a heated argument. I debate whether to go down and try to diffuse the tension or give them space to work it out on their own.
I don't have to strain to hear their words. Between the echo in the house and their elevated voices, I can hear everything they're saying. I'm just trying to piece together what could have sparked such a confrontation. Emotions are clearly running high, and I fear that things could escalate if left unchecked.
