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His Brother's Bride To-Be Chapter Five
BETWEEN DUTY AND DREAD“Luci, are you alright?” Matteo asked as soon as he returned. “You look like you've seen a ghost.”“Roman,” I replied.“Roman?”“He was here.”“He helped me out with some strange guys who were trying to cause trouble. He didn’t even stick around for a thank you; he just left.”“Don’t worry, he probably just took a quick look at you and decided to handle things himself.”“Can we please just leave now?” I downed the last bit of the margarita in my glass.As we made our way out, I caught Matteo still scanning the club, checking if Roman was still there. He couldn’t have been watching me, so I was curious about why he had just walked away like that. My thoughts kept circling around the moment, replaying the way he appeared and vanished as if the shadows themselves carried him out.Once we got home, I saw Father sitting in the living room, giving off the impression that he’d been waiting for us. Matteo greeted him with a bow, while I stood at the entrance, my anger
His Brother's Bride To-Be THE BROTHER SHE NEVER CHOSE
••Luciana••Night settled over the Moretti estate like a heavy curtain drawn too quickly, muffling sound, hope, and every breath we tried to take. The house felt colder than usual, tense with unspoken things. By the time Don Lorenzo Orlov arrived, grief had already seeped into the walls.Father and I waited in his study. The room usually smelled of leather and expensive ink; tonight the air carried sorrow sharp enough to taste.Don Orlov stepped inside, looking carved from grief itself. His eyes were rimmed in exhaustion, but beneath that was steel.Father stood. “Lorenzo… I’m sorry for your loss.”Don Lorenzo offered a single stiff nod. “Condolences don’t resurrect the dead. I didn’t come for sympathy.”Father gestured for him to sit. He didn’t.“We know who cut the brakes,” Don Lorenzo said, his voice low and controlled. “The Valerios wanted blood, and they took my son.”Father’s jaw tightened. “We suspect them, yes, but nothing is confirmed. We must think before we move.”A bitter
His Brother's Bride To-Be Chapter Three
THE PRICE OF ALLIANCESThe ballroom gleamed like a jewel box, all gold light and polished marble, but there was an undercurrent of intimidation. I wasn’t really nervous; I had been raised among wolves and knew how to keep my head high while they prowled around me. Still, my heartbeat betrayed me, pulsing with a steady stream of what-ifs.Matteo stood on my right, hands casually tucked into his pockets, while Antonio lingered on my left with that smug little grin that always made me want to shove him down a staircase.Matteo nudged me lightly.“There,” he murmured. “Far side of the room, near the chandeliers.”I followed his gaze.Adrian Orlov.He looked carved out of winter—composed, and entirely unbothered by the world buzzing around him. His posture alone held more authority than half the men in the room.Antonio let out a low whistle.“Well,” he said, “the Gentleman Devil cleans up nicely.”Then Antonio’s expression shifted.“Oh, fantastic. He’s walking this way.”My heart kicked
His Brother's Bride To-Be Chapter two
THE FIRST CRACKRoman Power never looks the same from the front row as it does from the shadows.I have always preferred the shadows.They give a man room to breathe, to think, to calculate. Andrian handles the spotlight, the speeches, and the diplomacy. I handle the problems no one wants mentioned in boardrooms lined with marble.Yet tonight, I sat in his stead. Not by my choice.The heir’s chair never fits me right. The back is too straight, the eyes are too many, and the room is too loud with pretense. Father doesn’t care; to him, duty is duty, and I serve where I’m placed.Still… I would have rather remained behind the scenes, exactly where I belong. Maneuvering numbers. Erasing threats. Moving pieces the world never sees.That is my kingdom.Not this long conference I just engaged in, filled with Sicilian perfume and lies dressed like treaties.My gaze drifts from the balcony down to Father and Don Moretti. They are engaged in a hushed conversation beside the car. I couldn't qu
His Brother's Bride To-Be Chapter one
THE WRONG BROTHER There are definitely worse situations than being the daughter of a mafia don. For example, being the daughter of a mafia don who thinks diplomacy is a high art. Three months earlier…I find myself in front of my mirror, examining the woman reflecting back at me. The gown? Absolutely stunning—of course. Crafted from Sicilian silk, as black as midnight, it fits so snugly it feels more like a protective shell than an outfit. My hair catches the light with gold pins glimmering like potential weapons. Father insists that appearances wield power. Mother used to whisper that appearances are weapons.Tonight, both sentiments hold weight.It's yet another meeting—another lineup of men discussing peace while harboring bloodshed in the dark. My role? To sit, smile, and memorize names that won’t matter to me. The ideal Sicilian princess—demure, courteous, untouchable.“Luciana?”I pivot to see Antonio leaning casually in the doorway, looking like a storm in a suit that's far
His Brother's Bride To-Be Prologue
LucianaAs I gazed out the windows, the stunning views of New York City captured my attention. I had just spent an entire day with Andrian, and we decided to take a drive under the stars. I cranked down the window of the Aston Martin DB11, inviting the soft night breeze to envelop us. “When all this wedding madness settles down,” he said, his voice calm and steady, “I’m going to take you somewhere peaceful—no phone calls, no guards, just us without anyone looking over our shoulders.”I turned to face him, a playful smile on my lips. “You keep saying that as if you can negotiate with fate.” I chuckled at the thought.“Maybe I already have,” he said with a cheeky grin that made my heart flutter.I couldn’t help but smile back; he looked so dashing from the side. I could really picture him walking me down the aisle in just two weeks. Yet, I noticed his focus was fixed on the rearview mirror, and there was a seriousness etched on his face.“Is something wrong?” I asked, a hint of concern
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