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Chapter Thirty Nine

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SOMETHING IS OFF

••Luciana••

“Roman, I’m truly sorry,” I started, my words spilling out in a rush. “I didn’t mean to hold you up from getting back to Russia. Your responsibilities, your father, all of it. I—”

I hesitated.

Roman wasn’t paying attention. He leaned casually against the counter, a cigar dangling from his fingers and a lazy grin playing on his lips—one that suggested he was enjoying this far too much.

“What’s so amusing?” I asked, irritation slipping into my tone before I could rein it in.

“Just thinking,” he said calmly, smoke curling around his face. “That the person who didn’t matter before is suddenly very important now.”

My heart raced. Why was he bringing this up now of all times?

“That was different,” I retorted quickly. “We were in a different place then.”

He chuckled, not softly or kindly, but with a deep, resonant sound that filled the room.

“And I was a problem that needed fixing back then,” I shot back, my voice sharper than I intended.

He said nothin
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  • His Brother's Bride To-Be    Chapter Forty Six

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  • His Brother's Bride To-Be    Chapter Forty Five

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  • His Brother's Bride To-Be    Chapter Forty Four

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  • His Brother's Bride To-Be    Chapter Forty Two

    SHE'S MY WIFE NOW••Luciana••“Welcome to your old home, princess.”Roman’s voice was light as he held out his hand to help me out of the jet. For a second, I just stared at it. Old home. The words sat strangely on my tongue. The Moretti estate rose before us, tall and familiar, unchanged in structure but heavy with memories I hadn’t unpacked yet.I took his hand.The guards straightened immediately, heads bowing in respect. The workers paused whatever they were doing to greet us as we walked in. Everything moved the way it always had, like I had never left, or been absent.Inside, the dining table was already set.Father sat at the head, exactly where he always did. To his right sat the woman. His new wife, or soon to be wife, or whatever title she was supposed to carry now. Antonio sat to his left, posture stiff, expression unreadable. Then I noticed Matteo.My chest tightened.Roman and I walked toward the table together. Two empty seats waited beside Antonio, one near Matteo. Roma

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