The Principessa's Vow of Ruin

"Cassia, I'm so glad you feel that way! I'm lucky to be marrying such a generous and understanding woman."

"It's just…" Julian paused.

"The wedding is tomorrow, and Chloe urgently needs some money. Could you ask your father to let me 'borrow' a shipment of off-the-books cargo? Fifty million dollars' worth."

"Something has happened to Chloe's family. If she can't get the money now, they're going to destroy her."

Papa's gaze turned as cold as a blade, his hand subconsciously moving toward the gun tucked at his waist.

But I simply smiled and said:

"Asking Papa directly would put him in a difficult position, wouldn't it? I'll have my lawyer draft a personal guarantee for you tonight. Think of it as 'buying' the cargo from me. It solves your urgent problem and serves as a show of good faith."

Julian hesitated. After all, it was a legally binding personal guarantee, making him personally liable for fifty million dollars.

Seeing his hesitation, I immediately added:

"Julian, it's just a formality. We're about to be husband and wife, so what's mine is yours, right? The agreement will be yours soon enough anyway. I'm just thinking of you. It doesn't look good for a man to be using his fiancée's family's resources before the wedding… People will talk."

"You're right, Cassia. You're always so thoughtful."

Julian quickly signed the agreement and went off excitedly to arrange for his men to pick up the cargo.

I turned to my father.

"Papa, what would you think of an alliance with the Reyes family?"

Papa was stunned.

"But you can't stand Griffin, can you? You said he was brutish and clingy."

I gave a bitter smile. That was because after my family was destroyed in my past life, Julian scattered my ashes into the Hudson River.

It was Griffin who had rallied his forces, wiped out the entire Thorne family, and dredged my ashes from that very river. He even traded half of his Miami territory just to have me buried in the Valerius family cemetery.

It was only when I saw him kneeling before my grave, crying like a helpless child, that I understood the one who truly loved me was Griffin.

"Papa, Griffin may be two years younger than me, but he's straightforward. He doesn't play those kinds of games. He… has feelings for me. Unlike some people who are already plotting how to bleed our family dry before they even say 'I do.'"

"Besides, you and Don Reyes are close. If I marry into their family, I know I won't be mistreated."

My father pondered for a moment, then a ruthless smile spread across his face. He turned and started making a call.