CHAPTER EIGHT

GINEVRA

When I told my father that helping his son escape Don Viktor’s wrath came with a price, he had imagined that price to be money.

It was after all what the average human pined after—money.

But for me, money was not an issue. Julia left me a shit ton.

So, when I had demanded that ownership of the Rodriguez group of companies be passed down to me, it caused a stir of trouble in the Rodriguez home.

Gustavo came at me, Sophia Rodriguez—my mamá—came at me, and my eldest sister came at me.

Selfish.

Insensitive.

Greedy.

Fool.

Wicked.

They had all called me names, slapped me across the face even. And all I did was wear a smile. I wore a smile with pride and sat there until their ranting died down.

Mio padre knew, he knew there was no way out of the mess his son had caused him. So, when his extremely loud family had the decency to keep their tongue at bay, he simply got the documents ready and his companies were transferred under my name.

It took hours, but I waited. I had no issue wait