Chapter 3
Dmitri Volkov
//Brow furrowed slightly//
He had anticipated this outcome.
Dmitri Volkov
"The Evans family, a prestigious English lineage that once held significant sway in City A’s financial sector, was now faltering under pressure from new forces"
Dmitri Volkov
"They needed the Volkov Familia’s protection, in exchange for a political marriage—a classic transaction in this decaying high society"
Dmitri Volkov
The girl… how is she?
Dmitri Volkov
//Asked, his tone detached, as if inquiring about a mere shipment or an unimportant business deal//
Dmitri Volkov
//He had been briefly informed about his "future wife"—someone rumored to be intellectually disabled//
Ivan
//Let out a very soft sigh, almost inaudible//
Ivan
Miss Lily Evans… she is as we understand, Sir
Ivan
Her intellect is only that of a six-year-old child
Ivan
Her family… they wish to marry her off, both to relieve themselves of a burden and to secure a strong backing from the Volkov Familia
Dmitri Volkov
//Sneered, a fleeting scornful smile touching his lips//
He was all too familiar with such heartless calculations.
Children, especially those who brought no "practical" value like normal offspring, were treated as collateral, as pawns.
A cripple like him, and a foolish girl like her.
What a twisted joke of fate.
Dmitri Volkov
Tomorrow, she will arrive at the Volkov estate
Dmitri Volkov
//Waved his hand, dismissing Butler Ivan//
Dmitri Volkov
//A deep disgust shone in Dmitri’s eyes//
Someone else's burden would now fall upon him.
A foolish girl, yet another nuisance in a life already plagued by too many.
Dmitri Volkov
//Pushed his wheelchair towards the large window, gazing out into the inky blackness of the night//
City A still glittered with lights, but he felt an extreme emptiness.
The pain in his legs throbbed again, as if to remind him of this eternal solitude.
Comments
Aisyah Azzahra
This story is so good, I can't wait for more! Hurry up, Author!
2025-07-10
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