“This is a marriage alliance between our families. If you’re not marrying me, who else could you be marrying?”
Just as I was about to reply, he suddenly leaned in close, his breath brushing against my ear.
“I can overlook this engagement stunt. I’ll give you a grand wedding, but I’ll never allow your name to be registered in our family records. Don’t ever forget this,” he murmured.
Every member of a mafia family knew that only a recognized wife would be added to the family album, officially becoming a part of the lineage. Without that, even if a wedding took place, the bride was nothing more than a disposable attachment.
My heart clenched.
In my past life, Leonardo had obediently followed the family’s arrangements and married me without hesitation. Was it possible that he, too, had been reborn?
Just as I was about to respond, a delicate voice interrupted.
“My dear Leonardo, my lion…”
I frowned. The voice belonged to none other than Dora Cassidy, my father’s adopted daughter and my dearest childhood friend.
Ten years ago, I had personally begged my father to take in the little girl who had been wandering the red-light district. I never imagined that in my past life, she would be the one to kill me with her own hands.
The moment she saw my expression change, she clenched the hem of her dress tightly. Her eyes welled up with tears, and her voice trembled.
“I just heard you’re getting married soon.
“I wish you both happiness.”
Before the words had even fully left her lips, tears began streaming down her face. She then turned and ran out of the banquet hall.
The next second, Leonardo slammed down his wine glass. His expression was gloomy. Without hesitation, he chased after her.
“Satisfied now? Does making her cry make you feel accomplished? You vile woman!”
