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CHAPTER 23: Vincenzo
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Married To The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 38: Rosalia
That was the part that scared me the most. People didn’t do things like this without a reason. Was it my father? His company? My mother? Had Marco gone even further than I’d imagined? Had he orchestrated this the same way he did everything else?I drove my shoulder into the door. Pain shot down my shoulder blade and into my arm that it stole my breath. “Stupid,” I hissed more at myself than the door, and staggered back.I kicked it anyway. Once. Then again, higher this time. The impact rattled my bones, pain flaring up my leg and into my hip, but the door didn’t even shudder.“Why won’t this stupid door just open?” I shouted, my voice breaking despite my effort to keep it steady. The sound died the moment it left me, swallowed by the walls.My legs gave out, and I dropped to my knees, panting. The ache in my chest deepened.“Door, open.” The blood in my body solidified, and I went popeyed.My head snapped up as I stared at the door, my mind struggling to make sense of what had just
Married To The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 37: Rosalia
I blinked awake, groggy, as a heavy pulse slammed behind my eyes, squeezing my temples. Pain radiated outward in dull waves up my skull, down my neck, into my chest where every breath felt shallow and sore. For a moment, I couldn’t place where I was. The room hovered around me, and its cold shadows stretched across the walls in odd angles. I swallowed and winced. My throat was dry, my stomach growled, and beneath it all was the lingering sensation of whatever had been pushed into my veins.Everything was too quiet.I pushed myself upright and immediately regretted it. A low groan slipped out as my head swam and my chest tightened. The bed beneath me was enormous, the mattress firm, and the sheets a deep charcoal grey.My breath hitched when I looked down.I was still dressed.My hands ran over my body as I pressed my palms over my collarbones, my chest, down my sides. I checked my waistband, my thighs, the inside of my legs. I adjusted, bracing through the pain, feeling for sorenes
Married To The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 36: Rosalia
“Wrong room.” I whirled around at the same moment. They were both unfazed. The taller one's lips extended into a smile. “Are you sure?” he inquired. I followed his tilted chin to the sign above the door.The hairs on the back of my neck rose like spikes at the glowing sign that marked the men's restroom from the women's. I was indeed in the wrong restroom. I gasped, picked up my hand bag, and started past them. I let go of a breath I hadn't realized I was holding as I passed the first man.Just inches from the door, solid fingers clamped around my arm and pulled me back so suddenly my shoulder erupted with pain.My heart lurched fiercely in my chest as I sucked in a breath through my teeth.“Hey,” the second man said mildly, like I’d bumped into him instead of the other way around. “Relax. Just a moment.”Something chilly slid along my spine. My body went alert in a manner I hadn't experienced in years. I took a while to pull away. Rather, I relaxed my arm to test his hold and bu
Married To The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 35: Rosalia
The words sounded naive the second they left my mouth. Still, I let his warmth seep into me. His arms stayed stiff by his sides with not even a fraction of movement in response. And as I pulled away, I felt alone again. Everything that had been safe was gone. Hot sweat climbed the back of my neck, and my stomach knotted with anger that had nowhere to go. None of it mattered. This wasn’t about me anymore. It was the cost of my mother’s freedom. “Goodbye, signorina,” he said at last in a distant voice, nodded once, and pressed a few folded dollar bills into my palm like a stranger would.I stood there and watched the car disappear into the moving line of traffic until I couldn’t tell it apart from the others. I didn’t know how long I stayed rooted there, but when I turned back to the terminal, everything that was happening crashed over me like a wave.The wave of air conditioning slapped me across the face as I pushed through the sliding doors. The terminal was bustling with luggage
Married To The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 34: Rosalia
“Marco!” my mom yelled. “You snake. You jerk. You think because my husband is dead –”“That’s enough, Eleonora,” he cut in, “this behavior is exactly why we’re here.”As two more men hurried in, one of them handed him a plastic file, and he continued to look me down.“Your mother,” he said with a downward-curving mouth as he passed me, “is unwell.”“Grieving –”“She’s unstable.”I stepped into his path before he could reach her. “She’s fine,” I stated. “She’s upset. Anyone would be upset. You can't just storm into our house and decide – what is this, huh?”“Your mother's condition has been deteriorating for months. Public incidents. Emotional instability. Refusal to comply with medical advice,” he replied without hesitation, unpinned the file, and slid a stack of papers free. When he extended them toward me and I didn’t move, he placed them on the couch beside him.A faint smirk stretched his lips.“Escalating paranoia. Attempts to obstruct company operations. I won’t allow it to spir
Married To The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 33: Rosalia
There was only pressure and the sensation of being restrained by an unidentified force. My breath became shallow and my limbs refused to respond. I wasn't screaming. The cruelest thing of it has always been that I never resist. Like a blunt object through glass, the sound penetrated the space. In a single quick motion, it crashed into my ears and wrenched me from sleep. My skin was slippery with sweat, as though I had raced miles rather than lay motionless, and I jerked upright, the blankets tangled over my legs. My throat felt scraped and dry that swallowing hurt, and for a second I couldn’t tell if the noise was still part of the dream. After three years, it had become less frequent and duller, but they never really went away. I breathed through my mouth while I sat there. My nightshirt clung awkwardly to my back because the room was too warm. I grounded myself in my sister's bed and dragged my trembling hands down my cheeks. My eyebrows furrowed. Only Matteo could have brought m
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