/Eliana's POV/
"What?"
"She was his first love, Ellie. My sister is my husband's first love," she let out a sadist grin.
"Are you sure? I mean—"
"I am. Both of them had told me," she sighed, running a hand through her hair
"If she loved him, then why didn't she accept your offer that day?" I frowned, trying to understand this whole thing.
"Because of Papà. He didn't even ask her opinion first. He just decided that I'll get married,"
"Okay, what happened after your wedding? Did they stop seeing each other?"
"No," a tear rolled down her cheeks, "After the wedding, Alessandro made it clear that he will never love me and our marriage is just a business deal that both of our families signed," she wiped her tears with her sleeves. My inside is burning at every word. How dare he look at her as property.
"But you always told us that he treats you like a princess," looking at her with pitiful eyes, I asked. This made her chuckle.
