Chapter 7

A cold sweat broke out on Vincent's forehead. He stared grimly at my face, as if he couldn't believe I could actually forge an alliance with the Salvatore family.

Remembering my resolute "I refuse" from just a moment ago, he panicked.

Isabella Romano—beautiful, intelligent, and, most importantly, the Romano family's one and only Principessa.

He knew that if it weren't for the deep friendship between our families, and the fact that he had grown up with me, he might never have even caught my eye.

As time went on, he took advantage of my growing love for him, constantly putting me down and trying to make me defer to him in every single thing.

Sophia's gentle adoration, in particular, had fed his ego, making him arrogant and conceited. It led him to the absurd idea of having his mistress attend our wedding, all to prove his absolute authority.

At this thought, regret washed over Vincent. He had indeed gone too far. If Isabella really were to marry someone else, then he...