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Chapter Twenty: Never mind
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A Bride for the Wrong Brother Chapter Twenty One: Coffee
(Alondra's POV)The cafe was on a small side street off the Gran Vía.It was the kind of place I had loved before my life had a "before" and an "after." A wide window full of soft morning light. Wicker chairs out on the pavement. A blackboard propped by the door with the day's specials written in a curling hand. The smell of fresh bread reaching out into the street the way my father's bakery used to reach out into our own.The driver pulled up at the corner and I told him I would walk the last block.He did not like it. I could see him not liking it in the small set of his jaw. But I had been Dante's wife in name for over a month now, and somewhere along the way I had learned the small trick of holding a man's eye until he understood that "no" meant "no", and he nodded once and let me out without an argument.I walked the last block on my own.The morning air was cold and clean on my face. The pavement was busy in the way Madrid is busy at that hour, women with bags, men with coffees,
A Bride for the Wrong Brother Chapter Twenty: Never mind
(Alondra's POV)I blinked my eyes open and the morning was already too bright.I felt tired.My limbs were heavy. My head was thick. The phone on the bedside table chimed.I reached for it."Babe still alive in there?? Coffee, this morning, no excuses. Eleven. Or I will personally drive to that scary mansion and bang on the gate xx"A smile pulled at my mouth before I had decided to let it.Camille.We had reconnected a week ago. I had opened a new social media account, quietly, on a small old tablet I had found in the back of a drawer in this room. And somehow Camille had found me. Camille had been finding me since we were seven years old, when she had decided across a school playground that I was going to be her best friend and had not let me have a say in the matter since.I had typed back to her then, my hands shaking, "yes. it's me. don't tell anyone."She had not asked a single question I was not ready to answer. That was Camille. She had only said, "coffee soon when you're rea
A Bride for the Wrong Brother Chapter Nineteen: Drama Queen
(Dante's POV) "Fuck." I pushed the paper away from me across the kitchen table. The numbers on it had stopped being numbers an hour ago. They had become marks. Shapes a man stares at long enough that they forget how to mean anything. The shipment my father had handed me was not complicated, not really, it was the kind of work I had done a hundred times in my old life, but my old life had been a life with a quiet head, and the head I had now would not go quiet for anything. I had come down to the kitchen at one in the morning because I could not sleep. The kitchen was the one room in this house with no memory in it for me. Just the long wooden table the staff used for their own meals, and the cold range, and the row of copper pots that the night caught and held in a soft dull shine. I had brought the papers down here and and grabbed a glass of chilled water from the refrigerator. I clicked my phone face up against the wood. Three in the morning. I had been at it two hour
A Bride for the Wrong Brother Chapter Eighteen: In my Path
(Alondra's POV)I stood in the doorway for a moment, no longer sure what I was meant to do with myself.Then I walked into the living room of his quarters and sat down.It was the first time I had truly looked at the space. I had been carried through it unconscious, dragged through it shaking, kept in the rooms off to the side of it. I had never once sat in the center of it like a person. It was a large room. Dark furniture, low and heavy. A cold fireplace. Two long couches facing each other across a table of black stone, and tall windows that let in the grey afternoon light and a view of the gardens far below.I chose the couch that faced the door.I sat with my back straight and my hands folded in my lap, dressed in the clean soft gown the maids had put me in, and I waited.I waited a long time.The light shifted slowly across the floor. My stomach, which had been fed a real meal that morning for the first time in days, sat uneasy and overfull in a body that had forgotten what fulln
A Bride for the Wrong Brother Chapter Seventeen: Less Free
(Alondra's POV)They woke me before the sun was properly up.Two maids came in quiet and quick, and one of them unlocked my chained wrist while the other began running a bath, and neither of them would answer a single question I put to them. They washed my shorn hair and dressed me in a small soft gown, pale and plain, the first thing that had touched my skin in days that did not scratch. They sat me down and arranged what little hair I had left until it lay neat against my head.I watched all of it in a strange silence.I did not know what was happening. A person being prepared this carefully is being prepared for something, and in this house the somethings had not yet learned how to be kind. My stomach stayed tight the whole time their hands moved over me. I kept waiting for one of them to slip and tell me. Neither of them slipped.When they were finished, two men came to the door.They walked me through the corridors. They did not grip my arms the way the others had. They simply wa
A Bride for the Wrong Brother Chapter Sixteen: The Dark Version of Home
(Dante's POV)The house was asleep when I got back.It was past two. I let myself in through the side door.The whiskey was still in me. Not enough to slow my feet. Enough to soften the edges of the hallway, to make the long runner of carpet feel a half-step further away than it was. I went up the private staircase I had built so that no one could follow me, and I did not turn on a single lamp the whole way, because I knew this house in the dark better than I knew it in the light. A man learns the dark version of his home first when he grows up the way I grew up.My quarters were at the top.The master bedroom on the right. The smaller room on the left.I turned left.I opened the door without sound.The room was cold.She was on the bed.She was on her side, where she had landed last night when I threw her toward the silk instead of the floor. She had not moved far from that spot. Her chained wrist was drawn up toward the post, the slack of the chain pooled on the sheet near her hea
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