He Gave My Ring to My Enemy,So I Took His Empire

After two years of exile in Palermo under Don Ferrante's protection, I cut my time short, eager to return to Clearmont Harbor, ready to be wed.

As I was preparing our future home in the compound, I discovered thousands of plane tickets carefully preserved by my blood-promised of ten years, Ansel Montecaro.

Every month, he had been traveling to Palermo at least once, and it wasn't to see me.

Even though I was only a hundred kilometers from wherever he landed.

I arrived early at the place where he had planned to offer me the blood-bound ring, only to see him on one knee, offering it to…