After They Killed My Grandmother, I Canceled My Wedding

After the engagement dinner, my grandmother was hauled down to the family's dungeons.

The order was given by Serena, who handled the finances for my husband-to-be, Vincent, the heir to the Moretti family.

Vincent himself led her down, refusing to hear a word of explanation.

"The late Don's wife's diamond cross is missing. Your grandmother was the only guest not part of the family. If she didn't take it, who did?"

Serena stood at the top of the stairs, her arrogant gaze sweeping over my face.

It was laughable. Based on nothing but Serena's word, they could lock an old woman away.

"She stays down there for every day the cross is missing. But that's one thing, our wedding is another. We're still on for next month."

I glanced down at the diamond ring on my finger, engraved with the family crest.

Exhaustion washed over me.

This whole marriage felt meaningless.

For fifteen days, the Moretti family used its full power to keep my grandmother locked in that damp, cold dungeon.

When I was finally allowed to see her, she suffered a heart attack and crumpled to the stone floor.

I screamed for the guards to get the family doctor, but they deliberately took their time, and my grandmother's breath and pulse grew weaker and weaker.

"Chloe, Grandma didn't steal anything. I saw Serena drop that cross into the champagne tower… I saw it with my own eyes."

"You need to get Vincent to come here. I'll explain it to him in person. I can't let you suffer because of me…"

My grandmother was drawing her last breaths, but her hand clutched mine so tightly her knuckles turned white.

Tears streamed down my face as I grabbed my phone and frantically dialed his number.

After what felt like an eternity of desperate, unanswered rings, he finally picked up, his voice thick with irritation.

"I'm busy running the family business and planning a wedding, and what about you? You vanish for half a month. Do you even want to get married or not?"

"Vincent, please, just send a car to take Grandma to a proper hospital. Please, I'm begging you, just come and see her…"

I ignored his complaints, my voice trembling as I pleaded.

Vincent was silent on the other end. After a long pause, he replied dismissively.

"I get it. I'm in a meeting with the capos and I can't get away. Just wait for me there."

Grandma held on, waiting from morning until night.

My phone died from calling him over and over, but Vincent never showed up.

The next shift of guards walked past the cell, one with a cigarette dangling from his lips, chatting excitedly with his partner about the big event of the night.

"The Boss booked the best yacht in the bay tonight, a welcome party just for Miss Serena. It's even more extravagant than the engagement dinner!"

"I heard they're setting off fireworks over the whole bay all night. Some life, huh? Being