Reckless Marriage Unyielding Love

3.Chapter 3 Cancel The Engagement

Mikayla's injuries were minor. After a half-day of rest at the hospital and feeling less pain in her ankle, she had Juliet take care of the discharge papers. By the time they wrapped up, night had already blanketed Xosa.

The city was always buzzing after dark, its streets a vibrant tapestry of neon lights that earned it the nickname "Sleepless City." It was one of the biggest and wealthiest cities in Xucror, with a booming economy that enticed people to plant roots and stay.

Juliet cursed nonstop while driving Mikayla home. "That pretentious woman must have thrown herself at him. No one in this whole town can hold a candle to you-in looks or family wealth."

Salvatore Group led the top four conglomerates in Xosa, followed by Lindstrom Group and Ludwig Group with Klein Group placing the fourth. Mikayla's father now helmed the Salvatore empire, adding to her sterling status. Coupled with her stunning beauty and excellent education, Mikayla was the city's most eligible lady.

"Juliet, make sure you keep this to yourself once you're back," Mikayla said, staring into the night city, lost in a sea of thoughts.

"Don't worry, I won't. But what's your plan now?" asked Juliet, navigating the car smoothly through the streets. "The Lindstrom family won't take this lying down, not with your old man's influence in play." Mikayla's reflection danced in the window as the city lights streaked by.

"Don't forget, Winona is also a Salvatore," she pointed out. Winona's dad her uncle-had long had his eyes on the family fortune.

apple sure doesn't fall far from the tree." Juliet pursed her lips and asked,

on the radio. Juliet

a stately mansion, oozing old-world elegance-a classic red-brick façade, crowned with slate roof tiles and framed by ivy creeping up the walls. It was the kind of place that had been in the Salvatore family for generations,

bid Juliet farewell and stepped into the Salvatore manor. The servants

to a waiting servant. Her parents were on the sofa, engrossed in a TV show, her dad delicately peeling fruit for her mom, as he did daily, regardless of his schedule. It was a mundane, tender ritual that she'd grown up watching. Once, Mikayla imagined a life with

Salvatore exclaimed with excitement as she made her way to her

Mikayla offered a small smile.

dancer, Sylvia kept herself in remarkable shape, her youthful vibe defying her age-over fifty and not showing it. Mikayla shared her mother's classic features, with an even more captivating beauty, not to mention

pretty late. Did you get something to

arm and walked toward the couch, sitting down.

"What's up?" he asked, accepting a

kind gazes, Mikayla spoke up, determination in her eyes,