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28-The gallery’s of ghost

Author: Daisy_bell
last update publish date: 2026-02-02 20:05:47
[ IRIS’S POV ]

I turned on her, my voice trembling with a sudden, sharp defensive heat. “You don’t get to poison things just because you hate him.”

Sofia tilted her head, watching me with a look that was almost pitying. Then she laughed, a light, musical sound that felt entirely too delighted for the darkness surrounding us. “You’re such a fool, Iris. A big one at that.”

The word stung, hitting a bruise I didn’t know I had. She had always seen me that way, a naive girl playing at being a woman,
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    Elizabeth's POV"So much noise and energy, right, Elizabeth?" Luke said, finally standing up from the couch. He stretched lazily, his movements completely relaxed, like a total bastard.I let out a shaky breath, trying to steady my racing heart. It was just Salvatore and Michael standing in that doorway. Surely, between my son's loyalty and Luke's brute strength, it would be more than enough to shield me and buy me enough time to escape through the back window. I had already lost one child tonight; if my son had to give his life for me too, well... it wouldn't be that bad. As long as I survived to claim the Damascus fortune, it would all be worth it."Boss," Luke called out all of a sudden.Before I could even process the word, Luke dropped heavily onto his knees right in front of Salvatore.Salvatore didn't even look down at him. His dark eyes remained fixed entirely on my son, a slow, terrifying smile spreading across his face—a smile that didn't reach his eyes at all.Boss? Did Luk

  • BOUND TO THE WRONG SISTER    100-Hello Elizabeth

    [ MIRA’S POV ]"You have two minutes to tell me why you’re here," I said, leaning against the doorframe and crossing my arms.I glared at Iris’s sister, the adopted daughter of the Damascus family. She was lounging across the plush velvet couch in the private room given to me, looking around the space like she owned the place. The sheer, unadulterated arrogance radiating off her was enough to make my blood boil.Lila didn't even blink. Instead, she slowly tilted her head back, looking down her nose at me."And what right do you think you have to talk down on me, Mira Moretti?" she spat, her eyes flashing with pure disgust. "You’re nothing but a pig the Moretti's picked from the slum."I stared at her for a few silent minutes. The room was deathly quiet as her words hung in the air. Then, a chuckle bubbled up my throat, breaking into a loud, hysterical burst of laughter. I laughed so hard that actual tears began staining the corners of my eyes."What did you just call me?" I asked, wip

  • BOUND TO THE WRONG SISTER    99-Happy birthday to me

    Sofia's POV"Roland," Grandfather called out. His voice wasn't loud, but it had the weight of an iron vault shutting closed.From the shadows near the edge of the stage, a man dressed in a sharp, sterile suit stepped forward. He carried a small, metallic medical case in his hand. Roland. The family’s private physician.Grandfather didn't even look at me as he pointed a single, scarred finger in my direction. "Take her blood for a DNA test."A sharp spike of pure, icy panic pierced right through my newly found confidence. My breath hitched. A DNA test. Right here? In front of everyone?The word DNA echoed in my ears like a death knell. If this was another one of Mum’s desperate gambits, if she had lied about this just to save our skins from the fake heirloom disaster, we were dead. The Damascus family wouldn't just throw us out; they would bury us alive under the marble floor of this very ballroom.My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. I quickly snapped my head around,

  • BOUND TO THE WRONG SISTER    98-The aunt

    [ IRIS POV ]I stared at my father, my mind scrambling to piece it together. The hesitation, the defense of Sofia, the demand for a DNA test—it hadn't been desperation at all. It was a trap. He and Grandfather had known the entire time that the heirloom was fake. They had let her spin her web, let Sofia show her fake birthmark, and let them think they had won, just to utterly crush them at the highest point of their delusion.Beside me, Salvatore let out a soft, low chuckle, completely unbothered. He knew. Of course he knew.I looked back at the stage. Elizabeth was frozen on her knees, her face an ashen, ghostly white. And Sofia? The smug, victorious look on her face had completely shattered into pure, paralyzing terror as she realized she hadn't been manipulating my parents at all, she had been walking straight into their slaughterhouse."Young man, who might you be?" my dad asked, stepping forward. His voice was laced with a sharp, calculated curiosity as he looked past the golden

  • BOUND TO THE WRONG SISTER    97-The golden heirloom

    [ IRIS POV ]I actually had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing out loud.It was just like Salvatore said, this was a hell of a show.Standing wrapped in his arms, watching the absolute, suffocating terror drain the color from Sofia’s face was the most intoxicating thing I had ever experienced. The great, untouchable Sofia Russo, who had spent years tormenting me, was completely frozen under the glittering chandelier lights.A birthmark.My mind flashed back to my own body, to the small, distinct mark etched into my skin that I had looked at every single day of my life, never knowing it was the ultimate key to my identity. Elizabeth hadn't known about it. In all her meticulous planning, all her forged documents, and stolen hospital braces, she had missed the one thing that couldn't be faked by a plastic surgeon or a corrupt doctor. Blood truly recognized blood.Beside me, Salvatore’s chest vibrated with a silent, deeply amused chuckle. He didn't say a word, but the sl

  • BOUND TO THE WRONG SISTER    96-The birth-mark

    [ IRIS POV ]The entire ballroom went completely rigid. Nobody breathed.Mum stopped struggling against my father’s grip, her tear-stained face turning slowly toward Sofia. My dad's eyes widened in sheer, breathless shock, his military composure completely shattering as he stared at the girl walking toward them."My baby...?" Mom whispered, her voice barely a thread, her hands trembling as she reached out into the empty air.Sofia let out a loud, heartbroken sob, covering her mouth with her hands as she stumbled forward, looking every bit the long-lost daughter returning from the dead. "I'm so sorry... it took so long..." she whimpered, her gaze locking onto mom and my dad with a perfect act of desperate longing.A sick, heavy nausea rose in my throat. I wanted to scream. I wanted to tear myself away from Salvatore and shout the truth until my lungs bled. No! That’s not her! I am your daughter! She is a liar!But my voice was completely trapped in my chest, paralyzed by the sheer, ho

  • BOUND TO THE WRONG SISTER    15-Malova boys

    [ SALVATORE’S POV ]She left my office with the leather folder clutched to her chest. Where my hand was supposed to be Heat rushed to my d**k. I moved fast to pin her against the desk, not caring if I just asked Seraphina to leave my office and knock to announce her presence again.But she rushed ou

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  • BOUND TO THE WRONG SISTER    13-The guest list

    I left Salvatore’s office with the leather folder clutched to my chest. Heat lingered along my arms, faint but insistent, as if he hadn’t fully stepped away. I moved fast, skirting the desk before he could close the distance again. He was already taking a step towards me.The door shut behind me wi

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  • BOUND TO THE WRONG SISTER    11-The assistant

    [ 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

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  • BOUND TO THE WRONG SISTER    12-Go back and knock

    [ IRIS’S POV ]Salvatore rose from his seat and crossed the space between us in two unhurried steps. The scrape of his chair against the floor sounded too loud in the sudden hush. He caught my chair and pulled it closer, close enough that the table edge dug into my ribs.Our lips hovered a heartbea

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