Chapter 383 Bride Of His Vengeance Ch6
- Riggs’s POV
- The Vitale estate always stank of old money and rot.
- Crystal chandeliers dripped from the ceiling, gold-gilded frames lined the walls, and every corner reeked of Cesare’s ego. I hated these gatherings—men in suits bragging about power they didn’t have, women in diamonds bought with blood they hadn’t spilled. But appearances mattered in this world, so I played my part.