Chapter 57

Clyde's words hung in the air, a sense of foreboding settled over me like a dark cloud, threatening to suffocate me with its weight. I had braced myself for the worst, expecting him to demand that I betray Carmine, to take his revenge on him in the most ruthless way possible.

I had prepared myself for the possibility that he would ask me to divulge all of our inside secrets, to tear down everything we had worked so hard to build. But when he uttered those unexpected words, asking me to marry him, I was caught off guard, my mind struggling to comprehend what I had just heard.

For a moment, I told myself that I must have misheard him, that surely he couldn't be serious. But the look in his eyes told me otherwise, a glint of determination that sent a chill down my spine.

I blinked in disbelief, the shock of his proposal reverberating through me like a thunderclap. Marry him? The mere thought was preposterous, absurd.

I couldn't believe my ears. Surely, I must have misheard him. There was