“Grandfather would never agree to this,” I say, confused.
“He did. They did. And unless this wedding happens, neither of the families will get any of the inheritance.”
So it all comes down to what always mattered the most to my father — money. If I don’t marry Luca Vitale, then my father gets nothing. He will probably lose everything he owns, because my grandfather was a very powerful man with lots of assets.
“But the Morettis have always hated the Vitales and vice versa,” I tell my father. “Why would they do this?” I ask, my voice just above a whisper.
My father frowns. “I guess their last wish was to have reconciliation once and for all. And with the two of you married, there will be peace between the two families.” He doesn’t seem too pleased about the peace, though.
I open my mouth to plead again with my father, but he silences me with a glare. “Start preparing, Verona. You have a wedding to get ready for.” And with that, he leaves the room.
His departing words are the final nail in my coffin. There will be a wedding. I will marry Luca Vitale whether I want to or not.
All of my life I’ve been told what to do. I’ve never had a say in what I want to do, and I hate the fact that I can’t even choose whom I want to marry. I can only hope that Luca is not as cruel as the rumors make him out to be. If I have to marry him, I will try to make it work. But one question still remains — will our union be consummated in love or violence?