Scarlet Rivérta
If my father, Alexander Rivérta, was anyone, he was a greedy man. Money, power, gold, anything with value, he would never have enough of it. I was raised accustomed to it and when the news that the Castillo's wanted alliance with us, my father's eyes shined with a wicked sense of victory. I believed that my father was a smart man, but for the first time, I wondered whether his greed would have him blind to the consequences. My father was trading the majority of the weapons we manufactured to them in exchange for what?
What was what he wanted so desperately that he was willing to do that for them?
Money and gold that would last him generations? Endless gold?
The question was answered rather fast because when I asked him what they promised to us in return, he looked at me, rather stared at me with a prideful wicked grin, and for the first time, I had no idea what was written in the eyes of the man in front of me.
“What did we ask in return, father?” I repeated the question earlier, which was answered with silence. Finally, my father stopped staring at me and looked around the table, glancing at my mother, Vivienne and my sister, Sloane. His eyes darted back to me and stayed there resuming his staring. After what felt like almost a century he says “ I traded the weapon for a family alliance, I gave them weapons and they agreed to be our backbone”
Our backbone? I wasn't fairly sure what he defined as a “ backbone” A name for him in the underworld? And what kind of alliance? As if on cue he says “ A marriage alliance ”
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