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62-Why is she here
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2026-03-20 00:20:36
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BOUND TO THE WRONG SISTER 66-The victim
[ IRIS’S POV ]The sun was hot, but the water felt cool on my legs. I sat on the edge of the pool, kicking my feet. Mira was splashing around like she didn't have a care in the world."Get in, Iris! Don't be a boring babe!" Mira shouted. She did a backflip into the deep end, her laughter echoing off the stone walls."I’m fine right here," I called back. I wasn't in the mood to play.I could feel eyes burning into my back. I didn't even have to turn around to know it was Sandy. She was sitting on a sun chair, gripping her drink so hard her knuckles were white. If looks could kill, I’d be at the bottom of the pool already.Mira swam over to me and rested her arms on the edge. "Ignore her," she whispered, nodding toward Sandy. "She’s just salty because Salvatore chose you.”“I did not force him to, not like I want any of this.”“And yet you’re enjoying every bit of it, bad gurl,” Mira said laughing."She’s just a side chick who got dumped before she even started," Mira laughed. She splas
BOUND TO THE WRONG SISTER 65-Stop calling him yours
# IRIS'S POV # "Are you always this dull, or am I just noticing it now?" Mira’s voice cut through the suffocating silence like a blade. She leaned back in her chair, twirling a silver fork between her fingers, her eyes fixed on Sandy with a look of pure, unfiltered boredom. "And who exactly told you my brother would be getting married to you?" Sandy’s face went from pale to a blotchy, indignant red. She slammed her palms onto the white linen tablecloth, making the crystal glasses rattle. "What? We all know that! It’s been the arrangement for years. We all know I’m supposed to be his wife... right, Vincenzo?" She turned a desperate, pleading gaze toward the head of the table. I followed her look, my heart hammering against my ribs, waiting for the patriarch to confirm the death warrant on my heart. But Vincenzo didn't even look up. He was meticulously cutting into a piece of blood-red steak, his movements slow and calm. He acted as if Sandy were nothing more than a buzzing fly
BOUND TO THE WRONG SISTER 65-Stop calling him yours
# IRIS'S POV #"Are you always this dull, or am I just noticing it now?"Mira’s voice cut through the suffocating silence like a blade. She leaned back in her chair, twirling a silver fork between her fingers, her eyes fixed on Sandy with a look of pure, unfiltered boredom. "And who exactly told you my brother would be getting married to you?"Sandy’s face went from pale to a blotchy, indignant red. She slammed her palms onto the white linen tablecloth, making the crystal glasses rattle. "What? We all know that! It’s been the arrangement for years. We all know I’m supposed to be his wife... right, Vincenzo?"She turned a desperate, pleading gaze toward the head of the table. I followed her look, my heart hammering against my ribs, waiting for the patriarch to confirm the death warrant on my heart.But Vincenzo didn't even look up. He was meticulously cutting into a piece of blood-red steak, his movements slow and calm. He acted as if Sandy were nothing more than a buzzing fly in the
BOUND TO THE WRONG SISTER 64-Hidden treasure
[ IRIS’S POV ] "Good morning, Mr. Moretti," I said, my voice holding steady despite the hammering of my heart. He moved closer, his footsteps silent on the expensive rug. He stopped just inches away, his cold, calculating gaze tracing every line of my face as if he were looking for a flaw in a piece of property he’d just acquired. I looked from him to the memory of Salvatore’s face. The resemblance was striking, but the energy was different. Salvatore was a fire that could burn you, Vincenzo was the ice that would freeze you to death without a second thought. What is the deal with this father and son? I wondered. They both looked at me with the same terrifying intensity, like I was the only variable in an equation they had already solved. "You look like my wife," Vincenzo said, his voice a low rasp that made the hair on my arms stand up. No wonder my son is bent on making you his.” “I’m not a replacement, Mr. Moretti.” I didn’t like the way he looked at me, as if he were measurin
BOUND TO THE WRONG SISTER 63-Get together
[ IRIS’S POV ]I felt a bitter taste in my mouth, like neem and ash. How much of my life had she sold? How many of my secrets had she delivered behind my back while I thought she was the only one I could trust?She reached the spot where we stood, her movements smooth and professional. She bowed her head in a shallow, respectful greeting."Boss. Ma’am," she said. Her voice was steady, devoid of the warmth she’d used to trick me for years."Maria," Salvatore called.The name that once sounded friendly now felt like gravel in my ears. I looked away from her immediately, I couldn't stand the sight of her face, the face of a woman who had watched me sleep while reporting to the man who stole me."She will be in charge of your protection here, Iris," Salvatore stated, his tone shifting back to that immovable, icy authority. "And she will tend to your needs, just like before.""No," I cut in, turning sharply to face him. My pulse was thundering in my throat. "I don’t need to be protected, a
BOUND TO THE WRONG SISTER 62-Why is she here
[ IRIS’S POV ] I had expected a house. What I found was a kingdom. One the Russos can never get in the years to come, no wonder my father was bent on making his daughter a member of the Morettis ’ household.Now it was so obvious that the maid who took me to the library yesterday intentionally took me through another route. And here I am a silly girl thinking I have the fortress lines at the back of my head. I’m naive just like how Sofia would call me. After the chilling text message about my mother's death. Salvatore led me out of the master suite. For sightseeing stating if I’m going to leave as a Moretti then I need to know things about the household. "Welcome to the heart of the Moretti line," Salvatore said, his voice echoing through the vast, black-marble hallway. As we descended the grand staircase, the house seemed to breathe. This wasn't a home, it was a fortress carved into the very spine of the mountain. Every window was bulletproof glass, every door reinforced steel
BOUND TO THE WRONG SISTER 34-Iris is mssing
[ SALVATORE’S POV ]A notification on my phone stopped whatever fun the meeting was supposed to be. I hadn’t bothered to check my tablet since arriving at the company. Nothing on it ever required urgency. Only the girl on my tablet did.No one spoke. All their attention shifted to the sound of my p
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[ IRIS’S POV ]“Which one of you is Iris?”The question was asked again, slow and deliberate, slicing through the room like a blade.Four naked men stood before us, their eyes roaming, measuring. The air reeked of sweat and fear. My wrists burned where the rope bit into my skin, every breath shallo
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2026-03-26BOUND TO THE WRONG SISTER 36-I need your blood
[ IRIS’S POV ]I didn’t sleep.My body stayed folded into itself in the corner of the room, knees locked to my chest, arms wrapped tight like they were the only thing holding me together. The floor was cold. It bled through my clothes, numbing my thighs, my back, my fingers—but I didn’t move. Movin
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2026-03-26BOUND TO THE WRONG SISTER 31-The beutique
[ IRIS’S POV ]The gates slid open with a quiet hum, and for once, I didn't feel like I was sneaking out of a cage.I sat back in the leather seat, the scent of Sofia’s expensive perfume mixing with the cool air from the vents. The city stretched ahead of us—brightly. It felt unreal. This is the f
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