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Chapter 68: Salvatore’s Shocking Admission
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Falling for My Husband’s Brother Chapter 70: The Apartment
Lena's POVHe gave me a brief tour that first evening, the kind that covered function rather than feeling: kitchen, laundry, the study I was not to enter without reason, the terrace that required a key code, the emergency contact list posted inside the hall closet.My room was at the end of the long corridor, opposite end from his.Dante carried my bags without being asked and set them inside the door. I thanked him. He nodded and left.I stood in the doorway and looked at the room.It was a guest room in the structural sense. Good furniture, clean lines, a window that faced east as Salvatore had mentioned. But I had passed two other guest rooms on the way down the corridor, their doors standing open in the casual way of rooms that are not currently in use, and something about this one was different in a way I could not immediately locate.I stepped inside and stood still for a moment.The light was wrong. Not wrong badly, wrong specifically. The overhead fixture was off and the room
Falling for My Husband’s Brother Chapter 69: Move into an apartment in Salvatore
I watched my mother's face move through several expressions in rapid succession. Confusion first, then the beginning of understanding, then something I had not expected: grief."Salvatore," she said. Her voice had changed entirely."It is not a subject for discussion beyond this room. I'm telling you because it is the relevant fact and because you need to understand that Lena will be safe. In every sense.""How long?""It doesn't matter how long.""It matters to me."I looked at the curtained window. "Thirteen years."She made a sound that she quickly suppressed."You should have told me," she said."There was nothing to tell. There is still nothing to tell. It is simply a fact." I paused. "Lena is safe. That is the only point."Isabella was quiet for a long moment."Three conditions," she said. "She calls me every day. I have the right to visit without prior arrangement. The moment the threat is resolved, she returns here.""Agreed.""And Luca."I met her eyes."He put his hands on t
Falling for My Husband’s Brother Chapter 68: Salvatore’s Shocking Admission
lena’s POVThe warehouse doors were kicked open, and a flood of light poured in. I saw a figure silhouetted against the glare. He was moving fast, a submachine gun in his hands.It was Gabriele.He didn't look like the charming, flirtatious cousin I had met at dinner. He reached me in seconds, his knife flashing as he sliced through my bonds."I’ve got you, Lena," he pulled me up, his arm around my waist, supporting me as my legs threatened to give way. "I’ve got you. You’re safe."I looked over at Luca. He was on the ground, Russo’s boot on his neck and a gun pressed to his temple. He looked small. Pathetic."Is the baby okay?" Gabriele asked, his eyes searching mine with a terrifyingly genuine concern.I nodded, clutching his jacket, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Yes. We’re okay."--Salvatore’s POVI had abandoned the negotiations in Brussels the moment Marco’s voice crackled through the secure line, telling me that Lena was gone.By the time I landed at Teterboro and receiv
Falling for My Husband’s Brother Chapter 67: The Return of Revenge
Lena’s POVWhen Salvatore hung up the phone, the silence that followed was louder than any scream. I stood in the back of the armored SUV, my breath hitching in my chest."Turn the car around," I said.Russo, the lead guard, didn't even look back. "Mr. Venturi’s orders are for the estate, ma’am.""Turn the car around and take me to his office, or I will open this door while we’re on the bridge," I snarled. I gripped the door handle, my knuckles white. "I don’t care how thick the glass is or how fast we’re going. I will end this right now, and you can explain to your Padrone why his precious heir is scattered across the FDR Drive."Russo’s eyes flickered to the rearview mirror. He saw the madness in my eyes. He knew I wasn't bluffing. With a curt nod to the driver, the massive vehicle veered across three lanes of traffic, tires screeching, heading back toward the monolith of glass and steel in the Financial District.I stormed past the secretaries, ignoring their frantic protests. I di
Falling for My Husband’s Brother Chapter 66: Overprotected
Lena's POVThe news reached me through the whispers of the household staff before the men even arrived at my door. Apparently, at a private gathering, Salvatore had made a formal proclamation. He had stood before the capos and the street bosses, the men who still held onto the old ways, and declared that I was under his direct and personal protection. He cited the lingering threat of the Moretti remnants and the need to secure the Venturi bloodline. To the world, it looked like a gesture of profound fraternal loyalty. To me, it felt like a death warrant for my remaining traces of freedom.The reality of that proclamation manifested the following morning in the form of four men. They were tall, silent, and dressed in identical charcoal suits that did little to hide the bulk of the weapons holstered beneath their jackets. They didn't introduce themselves. They simply stood in the foyer of the estate, waiting for me to leave for the museum."The car is ready, Mrs. Venturi," one of them s
Falling for My Husband’s Brother Chapter 65: A Slap for Salvatore
Lena’s POV Gabriele sat beside me, his presence a reminder of the life I had lost. He wasn't Nico, but he shared that same effortless Italian charm."Caravaggio was a murderer, you know," Gabriele whispered. "But his use of light... it was revolutionary. He understood that you cannot have the divine without the shadow. The Calling of St. Matthew—it’s not about the saint, it’s about the darkness he’s being pulled out of."I looked at him, surprised. It was rare to find anyone in this family who could discuss art with anything resembling depth. "Most people focus on the drama of the gesture," I replied, feeling a spark of genuine interest for the first time in days. "But you’re right. It’s the chiaroscuro—the tension between what is seen and what remains hidden. That is where the redemption lies.""Exactly." Gabriele smiled. He reached for the crystal carafe to refill my water, and as he handed me the glass, his fingers brushed against mine.He didn't pull away immediately. Instead, hi
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