LUCREZIAEros’s character and real intention just shows when he did not even asked to specifically marry one of us. No. When he came to ask my father for our hand in marriage, it did not even matter to him who among us he will marry.Even now, it shows that we are really nothing to him but assets. We are just going to be his arm candy, someone that will make him look good and bring more power to his business. I couldn’t believe that father has agreed to that. Eros is blatantly showing him that he would be the worst husband to his children, yet he agreed to let him marry one of us in exchange for the “right offer”.I know that being born as a woman in the mafia family wouldn’t all be unicorns and rainbows. Even though I’m showered with all the love and riches, treated like a princess, I know I could never escape the responsibility that someday I will have to grow up and live for the business.Being a mafia princess meant doing sacrifices for the betterment of the business. What’s the

LUCREZIA“I should talk with her for a moment,” Pietro spoke confidently as he stared at me with intense gaze which I returned with equal fervor gratefully. He wasn’t asking for permission, Pietro just pulled me out of the living room without waiting for anyone’s permission. He pulled me away from my father who looked like he just won the lottery and my sister who looked like she just received a news that stated she was adopted.I looked at her for the last time, I wanted to explain to her. I want to talk to her more than I want to talk to Pietro so I can clear things out with her. Letizia gazes back at me, with her eyes filled with so much emotion that I couldn’t tell the thoughts running in her head. She just found out the secrets that I’ve been hiding from her and she just also realized that I used her so I could sneak out at night and have a date with the Don of the Carusso family. She has the right to be angry at me and feel betrayed by my actions.I

LUCREZIAI exhaled loudly as if a heavy boulder of rock is lifted off from my shoulders. I shut my eyes, my hand automatically reaching for my rapid beating heart. I still couldn’t wrap my head around what had just happened. I couldn’t believe that I’m already engaged with Pietro just like that.Last time, we just had a fight and in another spur of the moment, we’re now engaged.I had no idea that this could actually happen in real life. The whole thing wasn’t sweet and romantic as I had hoped for, as any women had hoped for in a marriage proposal. What happened was far from how things are depicted in the movies.The whole thing was a mess and things happened unpredictably. Just when I was ready giving up my love, Pietro swooped in and swept me in his arms.Pietro’s proposal wasn’t any good either. It wasn’t some sort of a dream I had that was fulfilled. He made it clear that our marriage would only be a marriage of convenience.What is marriage without love?I guess I’m about to fin

LUCREZIAI never thought that preparing for an engagement party would be as hectic as preparing for an actual wedding. I wish I was preparing for the wedding day instead. The thought that I will have to do all of this again after our engagement party for the wedding day already makes me feel tired.Don’t get me wrong, I want to get married. I am excited to get married, but preparing for a wedding is something I’m sure that no one would be excited about.It’s a task that is harder than preparing for the bar exams..I wish I could just skip through the preparation process and jump to the day where I’m about to walk down the aisle. However, I couldn’t and I’m stuck in doing all this arduous process.What’s making me feel more angry about this situation was that Pietro was never here to help me with the preparation process. He wasn’t there when we were trying to decide about the theme and motif of our engagement party, he wasn’t there when we are thinking of the design for the invitations

PIETROAndrei… How long was it since I uttered and heard that name?I swallowed hard, my hand curling into a fist, crumpling the straight bill of money that I was holding as I watched the lady write my name on the cup.Andrei, it read.“How about you sir?” The lady asked Pericles beside me interrupting me from my thoughts. I stepped back in short surprise and turned to look at Pericles, pretending that my mind was not distracted for a moment, but judging by the way he looks at me, I know he knew.“Same with him,” Pericles muttered curtly and stared at me with concern.I immediately broke eye contact with him and faced the lady once again not wanting to talk about it.I watched as the lady wrote his name and order on his cup until my gaze landed on my hand curled into a fist, squeezing out the dollar.I relaxed my hand and shifted on my position. I haven’t noticed that I was being too obvious about it.I breathed out softly to calm my nerves as I try to hide the slight disturbance in