Light Grasso,
A middle Son.
An heir to the Grasso business and industry.
A head counselor of Italian Mafia businesses.
A narcissist.
Lilith Berenguer,
A princess of Italy.
A fiery woman.
A walking death.
A mastermind.
When Lilith faces the...
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The courses of actions lead to the series of results, being designed by bricks of decisions. We're the architecture of our own life.
What I meant to say is that I don't regret the decision of calling Miss Berenguer my Fiancée in front of the world. I was aware of the cameras and I was aware of the consequences I might have to face in the future, yet, I don't regret a single syllable came out of my mouth.
I choose my words wisely.
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"Are you stating that Miss Berenguer, the princess of Italy is your Fiancée?!" Mr. Valmar needs to stop pressing his words again and again. My ears are in working condition perfectly.
"Fortunately, yes." I stated firmly, getting annihilated in the head of the beautiful woman sitting beside me. Miss Berenguer. "She is my Fiancée."
"Mr. Grasso..." Miss Berenguer scoot her chair closer to me and her palm moved on my forearm when I was still speaking. Her touch full of warning when she grabbed my wrist.
"This is bullshit..." He got up from the chair in aggression. It's getting quite unbearable to listen to Mr. Turcilli's language. Especially with that annoying voice of him. "Lilith cannot be anybody's wife!"
"You may call her Miss Berenguer." If I wasn't in the court, I might have teach manners to Mr. Turcilli. "Talk to her casually one more time and we will end this hearing here and now."
"You're not the judge, Light Grasso!" Mr. Turcilli shouted. "Don't open your narcissistic mouth everywhere. This is a court and not your mafia meeting. Your charm, your infinite money and your cursed intelligence is not going to work here!"
"Thank you for the compliments, Mr. Turcilli, you shall sit now." I don't even have to defend myself. "As Miss Berenguer said, she has many crucial meetings to attend and you're simply wasting her time."
"Mr. Grasso, I am the judge here and I will decide the results." Judge Barone said, or should I say, Mr. Barone finally realized he is the judge because he looks more interested in the gossip than the justice.
Luca Barone,
Used to be a lawyer in the central Italy. Three white collar crimes, seventeen failed justice and one major case of leaking the client's information. He is deep in dirt under the white collar he wears. I have studied him to the head to toe before coming here.
Italian Justice seats are taken by the criminals while they expect us to respect them is a manipulation of country towards the downfall. Thanks to those who take justice as a business and not as a responsibility.
"I look forward to rely on your decision." I nod, glimpsing at Miss Berenguer who looked done, stressed and disappointed. I startled her with my sudden statement, but, I have reasons behind it.
"I need a minute with Mr. Grasso." Miss Berenguer interrupted the conversation with serious voice and those whisky eyes moved on my face with heat inside. She'd probably shoot me for what I did.
