Xylia remained silent long after Crisna's warning.
The reality of everything was finally beginning to sink in.
For years, she had lived among wealthy businessmen, politicians, and influential families. She thought that the world was complicated enough.
Now she was standing at the doorstep of something far more dangerous.
A world ruled by power.
By loyalty.
By blood.
And somehow, she had willingly walked into it.
"Scared?" Crisna's voice pulled her from her thoughts.
Xylia hesitated before nodding honestly. "A little."
"A little?" Crisna laughed.
"If someone had told me at nineteen that I would one day marry into a Mafia family, I would've run for my life."
Aciel snorted. "You still complain about it."
"Because your family is annoying." Crisna rolled her eyes.
Xylia blinked in surprise. The way they spoke to each other sounded natural. Like siblings. Not members of powerful crime families.
