Vincent immediately crouched down to clean it up. I kicked him to the ground, the heel of my shoe stomping hard on his shoulder.

He let out a muffled groan as I felt something crack under the pressure.

Elena, behind me, cried out and tried to rush forward, but one look from me froze her in place.

I found it all so boring. I released my foot. His voice trembled.

"Sophia… sister… you're all I have left."

I laughed derisively and threw them out of my room.

"But I don't want a brother anymore."

"The price is too high."

Watching their retreating figures, I knew that Vincent and I were finished.

I summoned my confidant, Leo.

"Contact Marco. Ask him if he has the guts to marry me in seven days."

Leo spoke hesitantly.

"Ma'am, Marco is Vincent's mortal enemy. This might..."

Before he could finish, a dark figure vaulted in through the window.

I warily drew my dagger and pressed it against the man's neck.

He let out a low laugh.

"First an invitation to marry, and now you want to murder your husband-to-be?"

"You're a heartless one, Miss Sophia."

I raised an eyebrow, sheathed the dagger, and agreed readily.

"See you in seven days, then."

After sending Marco off, I looked at the room full of Vincent's things and felt a wave of irritation.

"Get everything in my room that has anything to do with Vincent and throw it all out."

I pulled the Colt 1911 Vincent had given me from under my pillow and handed it to Leo.

Leo reached out hesitantly.

"Ma'am, this was the first gun he ever gave you. Are you really going to..."

I waved my hand in disgust.

If the man himself was an eyesore, his things were even worse.

I had just fallen asleep when I was awakened by a frantic knock on the door.

I frowned and opened it to see Vincent's anxious face.

"I saw them moving your things out of your room this morning."

I nodded casually.

"I didn't like them, so I threw them out."

"Besides, brother, it's hardly appropriate for you to be in your stepsister's room this early, half-dressed. My sister-in-law might get the wrong idea."

Vincent thought I was still vying for his affection.

"Elena is my savior. Don't you dare lay a hand on her."

Watching him defend her so fiercely, I found it utterly laughable.

"Touch her? I told you, I don't give a damn!"

I had just turned away when Vincent grabbed me from behind, holding me in a death grip.

"Sophia, don't blame me... I just wanted to keep my promise."

"Her father died saving me. Before he died, he entrusted Elena to my care. I'm just trying to repay a debt."

Repay a debt?