After They Killed My Grandmother, I Canceled My Wedding
After the engagement dinner, my grandmother was hauled down to the family's dungeons.
The order was given by Serena, who handled the finances for my husband-to-be, Vincent, the heir to the Moretti family.
Vincent himself led her down, refusing to hear a word of explanation.
"The late Don's wife's diamond cross is missing. Your grandmother was the only guest not part of the family. If she didn't take it, who did?"
Serena stood at the top of the stairs, her arrogant gaze sweeping over my face.
It was laughable. Based on nothing but Serena's word, they could lock an old woman away.
"She stays down there for every day the cross is missing. But that's one thing, our wedding is another. We're still on for next month."
I glanced down at the diamond ring on my finger, engraved with the family crest.
Exhaustion washed over me.
This whole marriage felt meaningless.