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11-The assistant

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[ IRIS’S POV ]

The morning sun felt like an intruder, slicing through my curtains and mocking the lack of sleep I’d managed.

I had spent the night staring at the red light of the security camera, feeling Salvatore’s presence as if he were sitting in the armchair in the corner of my room. How can a man control my emotions without even trying? All the quiet life I have been living all my life was gradually slipping away from me.

When I finally went down for breakfast, the house had changed.

The
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  • BOUND TO THE WRONG SISTER    53-The emerald mask

    [ IRIS’S POV ]Salvatore had left for an important meeting in the early hours of the morning, but not before instructing Anton to drop me off back at the Russo Estate.The car ride was silent, but my body was screaming. I felt so sore that every movement was an ordeal, and walking was genuinely difficult. Salvatore had nearly crippled me, leaving me with a physical reminder of every moment we’d spent together in that room.I tried to keep my stride steady as I crossed the foyer, but I didn't even make it to the stairs before a sharp voice cut through the air."Where are you coming from? Where did you sleep?"Sofia’s voice rang out from the landing above. She was leaning against the railing, her eyes narrowed and searching.I didn't even stop, though the effort of climbing the stairs made my muscles ache. "I don’t understand, Sofia. What has that got to do with you?""When I ask you a question, Iris, you answer me," she snapped, her heels clicking on the hardwood as she descended to me

  • BOUND TO THE WRONG SISTER    52-The look on your face

    [ IRIS’S POV ]I opened my eyes to a room I didn't recognize, the air heavy with the scent of expensive cologne and jasmine. The mixture of me and Salvatore’s. The first thing I felt was the weight of a massive, heavy hand clutched tightly around my waist, pulling me back against a wall of solid muscle.I looked up, my heart skipping a beat. It was Salvatore.What am I doing here? Then, like a dam breaking, the memories of last night came flooding back. The heat, the desperate pleas, the cold metal of the car bonnet, and the way I had practically begged him to ruin me. I squeezed my eyes shut, a hot wave of shame washing over me. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole.I reached for his arm, moving as slowly as possible, trying to slip out of his grasp. I held my breath, tiptoeing toward the edge of the bed, desperate to escape before he woke up and saw the embarrassment written all over my face.Suddenly, a hand clamped around my waist and yanked me back.I landed back on

  • BOUND TO THE WRONG SISTER    51-Victory of death

    [ SOFIA’S POV ]The second the car door clicked shut and we pulled away from the gala, I couldn't hold it back anymore. I slumped against the leather seat and let out a sharp, jagged laugh that filled the quiet interior."What did you do, Sofia?" my father’s voice cut through the dark. He wasn't laughing."Nothing," I said, checking my reflection in the compact mirror and smoothing my stray hair. "I just made sure tonight would be memorable. For everyone.""I asked what you did!" he barked, his hand slamming against the armrest.I rolled. "Relax. I just gave Iris a little push. A drug, Father. Just a little something to make her... friendly. Luke Riggo has been salivating over her all night. Isn't it better if she ends up in his bed instead of thinking she can keep her claws in what’s mine?"My father went deathly still. He looked at me like I was a stranger, or a ticking bomb. "You’re so foolish, Sofia. So incredibly dumb. I did not raise you to be this blind. Do you honestly think Sa

  • BOUND TO THE WRONG SISTER    50-Mine

    [ SALVATORE’S POV ]I lowered her onto the back seat as gently as if she were made of glass, but the second I tried to pull away, her fingers hooked into my collar, dragging me back down."Calm down, Iris. I’ve got you," I murmured, untangling her grip.I climbed in the other side and didn't even let her sit on the leather. I pulled her straight onto my lap, wrapping my arms around her. Even through my suit jacket, her body felt like a furnace. She was trembling so hard I could hear her shaky breath."To the Moretti fortress and call the doctor. Let him be available before we get there," I told the driver. I adjusted her, trying to keep her steady, but she was like a live wire in my arms.“On it boss,” the driver replied.Suddenly, she grabbed my face. Her palms were damp and hot against my skin as she forced her mouth onto mine. It wasn't a soft kiss; it was desperate, messy, and fueled by the fire in her veins. She tasted like the champagne she’d been sipping and the salt of her own

  • BOUND TO THE WRONG SISTER    49-Please touch me ii

    [ SALVATORE’S POV ]"Iris?" I leaned in, my hand landing on her shoulder. The moment I touched her, she flinched as if I’d burned her, a sharp gasp escaping her lips.I didn't let go. I moved closer, my eyes searching hers. Her skin wasn't just warm; it was glowing, a deep, feverish pink that climbed from her chest to her cheeks. She looked like she was suffocating in the middle of an open room."You’re flushed," I muttered, my voice dropping. "Are you okay?""I... I’m just hot," she whispered. The words sounded strained, like she was dragging them up from the back of her throat. She wouldn't meet my eyes. "I need the bathroom. Just... a minute."She stood up abruptly, her chair scraping the floor. I watched her walk away, but she wasn't steady. She stumbled, her shoulder clipping a pillar as she vanished into the hallway.My blood went cold. Something felt wrong.I didn't move from my seat, but I caught the eye of one of my shadows, Anton, who was standing so deep in the corner he wa

  • BOUND TO THE WRONG SISTER    48-Please touch me

    [ IRIS’S POV ]It started as a small flicker in my chest, but within seconds, it grew into a roaring furnace. The air in the vineyard, once cool and smelling of expensive perfume, suddenly felt like thick, humid wool pressing against my skin.I wiped a bead of sweat from my temple, my heart starting to gallop against my ribs like a trapped bird. What is happening to me?"Iris?" Salvatore’s voice sliced through the haze. I felt his hand on my shoulder—cold, steady, and grounding—but the touch sent a jolt of electricity through me that made me gasp. He leaned in, his dark eyes narrowing as he scanned my face. "You’re flushed. Are you okay?""I... I’m just hot," I managed to whisper, though my throat felt like it was closing. My skin felt too tight for my body, and every brush of my clothes against my back felt like sandpaper. "I need to go to the bathroom. Just... a minute."I didn't wait for his permission. I pushed back from the table, my legs feeling like lead and jelly all at once.

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