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Mom immediately looked at me with concern and then glanced at Dad, who seemed unfazed as he showed no reaction.

“Marriage?!” my brother Sariel exclaimed in surprise. “Why?”

“He probably wants a part of our oil company.” We all turned to look at Dad when he said that.

“Well, he owns the largest technology company, so that must be it,” added my younger brother Zeke, who was sitting next to Mom.

“And cars,” Mom added, setting the envelope aside. “Well, it’s shocking that we received this proposal, especially since our family isn’t well-known. We’re quiet and not that popular, so how…”

They all looked at me, wondering if I had anything to do with it. I shook my head.

“Nope, I don’t know him.”

“It’s not like we have to consider it,” Mom said. “We’re not-”

“Let’s accept it,” Dad interrupted.

Mom and my brother were surprised by Dad’s words.

“Honey-”

“Dad-”

“Do it,” Dad ordered me.

I lowered my gaze to my plate.

Dad had never asked me for anything before, so it was surprising to hear him order me now.

“It will be good for our company, Ate,” Zeke said, making me look up. “It will be good for you too,” he added with a smile. “Staying in this house is quite boring, and we always worry about your well-being. If you were to marry that person, maybe you’ll find another meaning in your life-”

My brother suddenly slammed the table and glared at Zeke.

“Avi has gone through a lot! That won’t be erased by a marriage! And do you hear yourselves?!” he angrily looked at Dad. “Caesar Levovski already has seven wives! Do you want her to be added to his collection?!”

I was shocked by my brother’s words.

Seven wives? He already has that many?

I know a lot of rich men marry multiple women for connections, power, politics, and money, so it’s not that surprising. But adding one to seven is a bit too much.

“Don’t raise your voice at me, Sariel,” Dad ordered sternly.

“Excuse me, mistress.” I looked at our butler who was pouring wine into our glasses.

I moved aside to let him pour wine into my glass.

I watched him as he walked away and returned to his corner to wait for further instructions.

We are rich, but are we popular? No. We don’t even get invitations to parties. We prefer to stay low-key. People don’t know who we are unless they have a specific interest in our family.

“Avila, what do you think?” Mom asked, causing the father and son to fall silent. They both turned to look at me.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

Zeke was right, I need new things in my life.

Melvin, would this be alright? Is this the new path you carved for me? Is this the time where I… should move on?

I opened my eyes and sighed.

“Caesar seems popular. We are rich, but we lack in that area. Having him in our family will increase our status and reputation. We will be known,” I said, looking at all of them.

My brother fell silent at my words and sat back down.

“But it means marriage, Avila,” Mom said with concern.

I smiled at Mom. “It’s okay, Mom. Don’t worry, it’s not like I’m sacrificing my life. Who knows? This could be a new chapter for me,” I said, glancing at Zeke who smiled back.

“Do what you want,” my brother said, standing up and leaving.

He’s upset.

Sariel left the house that night and never returned.

As for the letter, we accepted the proposal, and after a day, a car suddenly appeared at our front door to take me to Caesar’s mansion.

I have lived in Caesar’s mansion for a week already and I haven’t seen his face since I started exploring the place. However, within just two days, I realized that Caesar has a large estate.

This estate contains ten mansions: one for each of his wives and one for Caesar, located at the center of the estate.

Many people came to get my opinion about the wedding, and after two weeks of preparation, the wedding day arrived.

I wore an expensive dress in a beautiful venue filled with guests, including my family and his wives.

On that day, I met my husband for the first time, wearing a black tuxedo. He showed no expression.

He was as cold as ice.

After the wedding, he left for some business he needed to attend to. This wedding was squeezed into his schedule, so he had only a limited time to spend.

That night, I waited in my room for him, but he didn’t come. And the night after that, and the night after that, until I got tired.

I’m starting to regret my decision.

Until one of his wives came to visit.