"5, I met you. Understood that I was born to marry you. You were silent, you were shy. But I managed to make you be my friend.

At age 13, I fell in love with you. I loved your cheeky smile.  I loved the way I am the only person you rely on.

At age 17, I became yours and promised myself to you. I pledged to wait for you no matter how long. You were sweet, caring, and treated me like I'm the only woman in your world.

At age 18, you left. Moving to another country to meet the future that you are born to. I waited but you hardly called.

At age 25, you came back for me, but you're not the man I knew.
From the day I was born, I was meant to be his. It was okay. Everything was great. I loved him as we played on the playgrounds, as we watched grow up- and he loved me. Suddenly, he left with his father to go to Italy leaving me behind for seven years, he came back but he wasn't the same.
From the day I was born, I was meant to be his. I was happy to be his. But he was no longer the man who I was betrothed to"

His betrothed

　　( IN ITALY, THE DAY BEFORE HE FLEW TO THE U. S. )


　　"Turns out, I'm dying, son." My father told me. A shred of hope came over me. He is definitely old but I did not expect him to be dying so soon. "I have a tumor on my brain. It seems like you'll have all that I have soon."


　　"What do you want, Father?" I finally ask. I feel no sympathy for him that he is dying. In fact, I cannot wait until the day he dies. Why can't that brain tumor kill him quicker? He tormented me enough and I have waited long enough to be free from him molding me into a replica of his.


　　"I must be reassured that you are meant to be the heir of my empire. This is your last task for me. A Moretti, never should have an ounce of weakness. And I know you are aware that you have one, son.


　　A woman is merely an accessory dangling in a man's arm. An object he can use for his pleasure and needs. A deliverer of your own future heir."


Chapter 19