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Leonardo Von Grimm
The crackling fire was the only sound in the study as I poured myself a glass of brandy. The weight of Maria’s anger lingered in the room like an unspoken accusation, heavy and unrelenting.
She was more resilient than I’d expected. A spark in a world that sought to smother her. Most women in her position would have folded under the pressure of this house, of me. But Maria… she stood her ground, her defiance as sharp as the words she threw at me.
And it infuriated me.
Yet, as much as I hated to admit it, it also intrigued me.
Her fire wasn’t something to extinguish. It was something to harness.
I set the glass down and ran a hand through my hair, the weight of my decisions pressing harder tonight than ever before. She wasn’t just a wife, a pawn in a game of alliances. She was something far more valuable, if only she could see it.
But she wouldn’t, not while she was kept in the dark.
I stood, my gaze flicking toward the door. The choice was clear, though the consequences were uncertain. Maria needed to know the truth—not just about Alexander’s deception, but about the family she’d been pulled into.
And if she was to survive in this world, she needed to become more than she was.
The hallway was silent as I made my way toward my father’s wing. The weight of the Von Grimm legacy hung in these halls, etched into every portrait, every gilded frame.
I pushed open the door to my father’s private study without knocking.
He looked up from his desk, his sharp blue eyes narrowing as they met mine. Even at his age, his presence was commanding, his tailored suit impeccable, his silver hair combed back with precision.
“Leonardo,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “To what do I owe the interruption?”
I closed the door behind me, stepping into the room with measured steps. “I’ve come to discuss Maria.”
His expression didn’t shift, but I could see the flicker of curiosity in his eyes. “Go on.”
“She’s stronger than we thought,” I began, standing before his desk. “She’s defiant, yes, but she’s also intelligent and resilient. She has potential.”
He tilted his head slightly, studying me. “And what do you propose we do with that potential?”
I hesitated, choosing my words carefully. “Train her.”
His brow lifted, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Train her? As what, a proper Von Grimm wife?”
“No,” I said firmly. “As an asset. An assassin.”
The room fell into a heavy silence.
My father leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk, his fingers steepled beneath his chin. “And why, exactly, do you think she’s suited for that?”
“Because she already hates this world,” I said, my voice steady. “And hatred is a powerful motivator. If we give her the tools to fight, to carve out her place, she won’t just survive—she’ll thrive. She’ll be an asset to this family in ways no alliance could ever match.”
My father studied me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Finally, he leaned back, his smirk returning.
“You’re taking a gamble, Leonardo,” he said. “What makes you think she won’t use that training against us?”
“She won’t,” I said without hesitation. “Not if we give her a reason to stay loyal.”
“And what reason would that be?”
I met his gaze, my chest tightening. “The truth.”
The smirk vanished from his face.
“You’re suggesting we tell her everything,” he said slowly, his tone laced with disbelief.
“Yes,” I said firmly. “She needs to understand what she’s a part of. What she’s married into. If we keep her in the dark, she’ll fight us at every turn. But if we bring her into the fold, she’ll fight for us.”
My father’s gaze turned colder, sharper. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Leonardo.”
“This entire family is a dangerous game,” I countered. “And Maria is a piece worth playing.”
He stared at me for what felt like an eternity, the weight of his judgment pressing down on me. Finally, he nodded.
“Very well,” he said. “But if this backfires, the consequences will fall on you.”
“They won’t,” I said, though the weight of the risk settled heavily on my shoulders.
As I left his study, the plan began to take shape in my mind. Maria would hate me for this, at least at first. But if I could get her to see the truth, to understand the power she held within her grasp, she would become unstoppable.
And in this world, power was the only thing that mattered.
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