Sophia's POV
The words "my future wife" hit me like a physical blow, shattering whatever fragile composure I'd managed to maintain.
"No. No." I practically collapsed back into my chair, the words tumbling out in a desperate whisper. "I'm not."
Even as I said it, I knew how pathetic it sounded. Like a child denying they'd broken something while standing amid the wreckage.
Vito's head tilted slightly, "How are you not? I recall your father has already discussed this marriage arrangement with my grandfather. So tell me, what exactly is the reason for your refusal?"
Because you're terrifying, my mind screamed. Because everything I've heard about you suggests you're a monster who kills people for breathing wrong. Because marrying you would be like signing my own death warrant.
But I could
