"Read it." I hesitated before picking it up. My fingers trembled as I peeled it open and pulled out a folded letter. My breath caught in my throat. My mother's handwriting. A date. A name.
"You're not just a random person Lorenzo married, Valeria. You're the daughter of the man Lorenzo Ricci murdered to take the throne."
The world around me tilted.
"Your father was meant to be the owner of all that the Ricci family has now. Lorenzo killed him and took everything from your family, naming them to be his—including you."
