EPILOGUE

Delton Carancho

"Are you sure about this, Son?" That was the question I remember from Attorney Santiago.

I nodded my head as I looked at the picture of the only Princess of the Valencia family. I pursed my lips after remembering what her parents had done to mine, and so I wanted revenge.

"We can fake the marriage, Son," he suggested.

"No, Dad. Make it real. I'm only going to get married once, and let her marry me," I uttered with determination while staring at the woman.

She captivates me. And that I can visibly see that she needs saving. Her lips were curved into a smile, but her eyes told otherwise. She looked sad even though she was smiling at the camera.

"If that's what you want. I'll warn you, she's a spoiled brat, doesn't know any household chores. Even in business, she doesn't know anything and she only does painting," he explained, to which I just nodded.

Whatever it is, I can endure everything. But I didn't know that my patience would be put at risk because of her. She is sav