Vito's POV
"I don't mind about the marriage. I care more about David's safety than anything else."
Her words echoed in my head like a taunt, each syllable stoking a fire of rage I hadn't expected to feel. Isabella Cohen stood there in that hospital corridor, graciously dismissing our engagement as if it were some minor inconvenience she was happy to be rid of, and something primitive and possessive roared to life in my chest.
How dare she.
The civilized part of my mind knew her response should have been exactly what I wanted to hear. After all, hadn't I been questioning this arranged marriage myself? Hadn't I just spent the morning contemplating whether to honor my debt to Maria over my obligation to the Cohen family? Isabella's magnanimous withdrawal should have solved all my problems
