Chapter 152 – Grace POV
I'm here on assignment.
Not for romance. Not for curiosity. Just to assess whether Raffaele Castellano is worth the investment.
Father sent me.
Being the only daughter of the Marín family means my life was always going to be political. A marriage isn't a union—it's a merger. A negotiation between dynasties. A contract with high heels and lipstick.
So when the proposal came through, I expected someone older. Boring. Probably balding. With enough Castellano pedigree to make up for the lack of personal appeal.
Instead?
I got him.
Raffaele Castellano.
He was invisible before the Don's death—whispers, shadows, an extra seat at the table no one paid attention to.
And then?
He rose like a storm cloud with a crown.
Everyone expected Luciano to win. And Valentino Jr. to put up a flashy, pathetic fight.
No one expected him.
And seeing him now—up close?
Oh, he's dangerous.
