My Grandson’s Fiancée Called Me His Mistress Chapter 02
Blood and Disrespect
Frank Vance doesn’t recognize me. Half the newly rich men in this city wouldn’t. Since my husband died, I’ve stayed out of sight. The players change every few years, but very few have ever seen my face.
I lift my gaze, let it land cold on his greasy face.
“Frank Vance. Three years ago you were on your knees begging Moretti Holdings for a bailout to keep your business from going under. Funny how confident you get in my house, now that you’re selling your own daughter to buy that confidence back.”
The color drains from his face, and his jowls tremble. “You… how do you know that?”
Unable to hold my stare, he turns on Lucas instead.
“Lucas! Is this how your family treats guests? You’re just gonna stand there while my daughter gets insulted? You think the Vances don’t have anyone in our corner?”
“Sera loves you. How am I supposed to let her marry into a family like this?”
Lucas’s expression tightens. One glance at me tells me exactly where his loyalties lie.
My grandson is a good man, perhaps too good. Once he falls for someone, he gives her everything. When Sera vanished five years ago without a word, he never complained. He insisted she must have had her reasons and waited for her like a fool who refused to let go.
The Vances never had the money or the name to touch our family. The only reason they’ve got the nerve to strut in here tonight is because they know exactly how far gone Lucas is for that girl.
Sure enough, a second later he leans in and whispers.
“Nonna, please. Sera’s family doesn’t understand how things work here. You don’t need to prove anything to them. Please let it go, for me.”
I look at his face, almost an exact copy of my husband’s, and for a second, it feels as if Vincent himself is asking me to yield for another woman.
But if it really were Vincent standing here, he’d never let anyone talk to me like this.
I close my eyes, then re-open them.
“Fine. For you.”
He doesn’t even meet my eyes, knowing full well what he just asked of me.
I leave shortly after. Within days, the two families lock down a wedding date.
A week later, a gold-embossed invitation arrives at my door.
“Nonna, this is yours. I had it custom-made, and there’s only one like it in the world. You have to come, okay?”
He’s careful with his words, still worried I’m holding a grudge.
I reach out to take it. Sera’s voice cuts through the room behind me, sharp with rage.
“Lucas! Why would you give HER the invitation meant for your grandmother! Are you still not over her!”
She snatches it from my hand, raking her nails down my forearm.
Pain flares across my arm. When I look down, a thin red line is already welling with blood.
“Sera!” Lucas gasps.
I raise a hand before he can move, then lift my bleeding arm and look her directly in the eye. My voice is flat and cold.
“Miss Vance. You can tear up a Moretti invitation all you like. But you just drew Moretti blood. Are you sure you’re ready to pay for that?”
The room goes dead silent.
Lucas stands frozen, caught between the two of us, unable to move toward either.
I shake my head, disappointed. Even now, watching his own grandmother bleed in front of him, he still can’t decide who deserves his loyalty.