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My Second Marriage with the Mafia Kingpin novel Chapter 75

Chapter 75: Gazillion Kind Of Rich

Madam Shyaan was one of the most influential figures in the world of agriculture, with most of her clientele and connections among the elites. She and Mr. Ramirez — the two people Liza introduced to Ashley — were very different.

At the same time, their expertise in their respective fields earned them immense respect in the industry.

And now, Madam Shyaan wanted Ashley to attend an exclusive charity event she was hosting. It wasn’t just an invitation—Shyaan had sent a message right after, telling Ashley she wanted to introduce her to some people.

"...." Ashley sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the soft copy of the invitation on her phone.

According to it, the official letter would arrive in a few days. But Shyaan had simply been too excited and gave Ashley a heads-up.

An exclusive charity event, huh? she thought.

Ashley looked up, imagining the lavish parties she had seen before. She had never attended one — at least, not as a guest — but she had been to a few as a bystander or simply dropped by. Carmella — Marshal’s wife — loved parties and often threw lavish celebrations for Isabella.

Be it a birthday or a graduation, Carmella always had an excuse to celebrate her daughter. Obviously, shelling out large sums of money for Isabella was never a problem for Marshal. But Ashley was never meant to attend any of them. If anything, she was hidden away to help in the kitchen.

In my previous life, Lucian took me to a few exclusive parties, though, she thought, pursing her lips as she remembered how she had embarrassed herself at all of them.

Not only did she embarrass herself, but she also embarrassed Lucian in front of many people because of her lack of etiquette, her ugly sense of style, and just everything. It was the reason he made her take private lessons in etiquette. But even then, she failed.

Others might not say it to her face — especially not when Lucian was around — but she knew she had made a laughingstock of herself. Yet, he kept bringing her with him, regardless.

"..." Ashley pursed her lips as she gazed down.

Meanwhile, Lucian, who was sitting on his side of the bed, couldn’t help but glance at her. His answer to her previous question had been simple.

"Up to you."

But even after that, Ashley remained seated in silence. Minutes had passed, and as he watched her back, his curiosity slowly grew. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

His mouth parted, tempted to ask what was troubling her, but he hesitated. They didn’t have that kind of relationship. Not yet. He didn’t want to overstep. Even so, her silence worried him.

Just then, Ashley turned and looked at him in silence. His brows rose slightly, unsure what she was staring at. Even as he tried to read her, he couldn’t tell what was going on in her mind.

Little did he know, Ashley was thinking about something only the Lucian from her previous life could answer.

Now that I think about it... this guy made me do a lot of things in the past. Taking lessons, forcing me to attend private classes, even pushing me to get a degree... even teaching me how to socialize.

She blinked, tilting her head slightly.

Back then, I always thought it was just his way of punishing me. But the more I think about it now... the more it feels like... he was preparing me for something.

She didn’t want to entertain the thought, but the realization was too heavy to ignore.

It almost felt like Lucian had been preparing her for a life outside Dominion. As if that had been his plan all along — for her to survive in a world beyond the violent life they lived.

"If you don’t want to go, then don’t." After a stretch of silence, Lucian finally spoke, breaking the quiet between them. She had been looking at him as if asking for help, after all.

"Madam Liza will understand," he added coolly.

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