Malva, weak and exhausted, lay on Mitchel’s chest. "Calm down, they all know Livia and whatever she asks them to do, they have to listen. They didn't have a choice..."
Mitchel snorted coldly in anger. "Is this place run by the West Family or the Mayer Family? She’s too full of herself. Does she really think I won’t call off the engagement?"
Malva’s eyes lit up as she wrapped her arms around his waist. "Of course, in this family, it’s all about what you say, Mitchel. But when it comes to the wedding, that’s something your parents decide..."
Mitchel’s expression darkened and he fell silent.
His mother had always favored Livia. When he initially opposed the arranged marriage, he went on a hunger strike for three days, but his mother only took Livia shopping, saying Livia’s fate was so prestigious that the West Family wasn’t worthy of her.
He didn’t deny that Livia was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, but she was too spoiled.
He needed to suppress her and show her who was truly in charge of this family.
Livia hadn’t even been sent to the hospital before Mitchel’s bodyguards took her away.
She was placed in the attic of a villa.