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Dear Stranger, Kiss Me at My Husband's Wedding. 30.
CallistaThe entire exchange lasted less than thirty seconds, yet somehow it left me more confused than everything else that had happened tonight.Because monsters weren't supposed to apologize. Psychopaths weren't supposed to care. Yet here he was doing both.Palmer offered him one final smile before turning toward me. "Miss Callista, come with me." I remained exactly where I was.Not moving, blinking or breathing properly. My eyes stayed fixed on Luca. Something wasn't adding up. Nothing about this man made sense.One moment he was threatening people. The next he was apologizing to his staff.One moment he acted cold enough to freeze hell itself. The next he looked at me like I was the answer to a question he couldn't solve.It was infuriating."Miss Callista?" Palmer repeated gently.I still didn't move.Luca's gaze slowly lifted toward mine. The intensity instantly made my stomach twist.Then he asked quietly, "Are you satisfied now?"I forced a smile. I wore that only when I'm tr
Dear Stranger, Kiss Me at My Husband's Wedding. 29.
CallistaThe moment I felt his hand close around my wrist, my entire body froze.Before I could react, he pulled me forward.A startled gasp escaped my lips as I stumbled and landed directly against him. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, and now my hands were pressed firmly against his chest to stop myself from falling completely into his lap.For a second, neither of us moved. The room suddenly felt too small and quiet. My pulse hammered violently in my ears.Slowly, I lifted my gaze to meet his. The playful arrogance that usually lingered in his eyes was gone.His jaw tightened and the muscles in his neck flexed.Then he spoke. "What the hell have you done to me, Callista?" His voice was low and rough.As though he were confessing something he never wanted anyone to hear.The words hit me like a physical blow. I stared at him, unable to process what I'd just heard. "Pardon?" I whispered.For a brief moment, regret flickered across his face. Then just as quickly, the wall return
Dear Stranger, Kiss Me at My Husband's Wedding. 28
Callista I just stood there, staring at him. When I had walked into this room, I had been ready for a fight. I wanted to tell him exactly what I thought about the way he had treated Palmer. I wanted to make him understand that people weren't toys he could push around whenever he pleased.He clearly didn't know her worth, maybe because people like him had never known what it felt like to be abandoned, I did.I knew exactly what it felt like to have nobody standing beside you, nobody willing to fight for you. I knew the kind of loneliness that crawled into your chest and stayed there, making itself at home.That's why seeing Palmer hurt had bothered me more than I cared to admit. I opened my mouth, ready to unleash everything I had rehearsed in my head but nothing came out, not a single word.That was when I noticed his hand casually gesturing toward the medical staff. "Leave us."The doctors and nurses exchanged uncertain glances before silently gathering their things. Some of their e
Dear Stranger, Kiss Me at My Husband's Wedding. 27
CallistaI had prepared myself for an evening of fake smiles. After everything that had happened, I thought I would simply sit there, nod politely, and count the minutes until I could disappear into my room.But the moment I looked at Palmer, something inside me shifted. She was smiling too. It was soft, gentle... almost motherly and yet, there was something terribly wrong with it. The smile never reached her eyes.She stood quietly beside Luca, her hands folded in front of her, her blind gaze lowered toward the floor. Anyone else would have thought she looked peaceful.I didn't, she looked... careful like someone standing beside a sleeping beast, afraid that one wrong breath would wake it.My eyes drifted to Luca. He had grabbed her arm so tightly a few seconds ago that I could still picture his fingers digging into her skin.The memory irritated me. Before I could stop myself, the words slipped out. "Why did you hold her like that?"A servant carrying a tray stopped walking. One of
Dear Stranger, Kiss Me at My Husband's Wedding. 26.
CallistaI couldn’t quite explain it, but somewhere between the silence of the mansion and the careful rhythm of Palmer’s footsteps moving around me, I began to feel something close to peace, as though the house that had once felt like a cage had momentarily softened its edges simply because she was inside it with me.Palmer had a way of doing that…of filling a room with warmth without ever needing to raise her voice and even now, as I sat on the edge of the unfamiliar bed she had just prepared for me, I found myself watching her move about the room with a kind of quiet fascination, her hands brushing over surfaces as if she could “see” them despite the fact that her eyes never truly focused on anything in front of her.She was blind, yet she moved with certainty that made me wonder whether sight had ever really been necessary for kindness.“You must be exhausted,” she said softly, tilting her head slightly as she placed folded towels beside me, and although her gaze didn’t meet mine
Dear Stranger, Kiss Me at My Husband's Wedding. 25.
Callista POVThe moment the black iron gates slid open, my courage abandoned me. My feet slowed against the stone pathway leading toward the mansion, and before I realized it, I had stopped walking altogether. The cold evening breeze brushed against my skin, yet it wasn't the weather making me shiver.It was the house, same towering walls and grand windows. The same place I had spent hours staring into darkness, praying for a chance to escape.And somehow, after days of running, hiding, and convincing myself that I had finally broken free… I was back.My fingers curled tightly around my torn and dirty shirt until my knuckles turned white, because if I loosened my grip even a little, I was afraid I would turn around and run.But where would I go?The question haunted me.A few days ago, I would have chosen anything over returning to Luca Moretti. Now, I wasn't so sure.The men chasing me had looked at me the way starving wolves looked at wounded prey, and every time I closed my eyes, I
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