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94-Daughter of Damascus

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[ IRIS’S POV ]

The leather seat of the car felt like ice beneath me as we drove through the streets of Paris.

My chest was so tight I could barely draw breath. The closer we got to the venue, the more the panic clawed its way back to the surface. My fingers were moving entirely on their own, relentlessly fidgeting, my nails scratching digging deeply into the skin of my hands until the flesh was raw and irritated.

What if they hated me? What if my mother couldn't even recognize me through her br
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  • BOUND TO THE WRONG SISTER    101-The end of the Russo’s

    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    28-The gallery’s of ghost

    [ IRIS’S POV ]I stood outside the sunroom—the room Salvatore had turned into his fortress. He had told me never to enter without him. He had told me the door was coded.But I spent years watching the world from the shadows, and I knew how to look for things people didn’t want found. I had watched

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  • BOUND TO THE WRONG SISTER    29-You hit me?

    [ IRIS’ POV ]I left my room quietly.The door closed behind me with a soft click, but my heart was loud in my chest. The hallway stretched ahead. The walls, decorated with portraits of dead men and living monsters. The more I looked at it, the more I saw myself as the living dead and Salvatore as t

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  • BOUND TO THE WRONG SISTER    23-The florist

    [ IRIS’S POV ]The morning arrived quickly.The breakfast room looked the same, sunlight spilling across polished marble, silverware aligned with obsessive care, but everything else felt off. Like the house itself was holding its breath.Sofia sat across from me. Glowing.She wore a cream silk dress

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  • BOUND TO THE WRONG SISTER    24-Mira collapsed

    [ IRIS’S POV ]I chose the dress carefully.Not because the occasion demanded it, the flowers didn’t care about what I wore, but because something in me did. The pale-blue fabric felt cool against my skin, light enough to breathe in. It cinched slightly at my waist. The straps were thin, leaving my

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