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CHAPTER 34: Rosalia
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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
Married To The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 32: Rosalia
The label wasn’t written on the front like the others, but along the side. I stared at the envelope, hoping stupidly that I had read it wrong. My hand hovered, then closed around the envelope, lifting it slowly from the drawer.This wasn’t recent. The paper was worn, handled more than once. Whatever was inside had been opened, considered, then buried again. I swallowed, suddenly aware of how quiet the room was, and slid my finger beneath the seal.I lowered myself into the chair without realizing my knees had given way. There was no confession here, no apology or attempt to justify what had been done.Dates and names were recorded in the impersonal style of men who demanded submission rather than pardon. My father's name appeared with the De Laurentiis seal and the Cosa Nostra code underneath it years ago, following an almost catastrophic betrayal. Under one condition, an unfeasible option offered as mercy, he had been spared execution.My hands went numb and the envelope slid from my
Married To The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 31: Rosalia
“But,” I paused my lips, drawing away, “sometimes life doesn’t ask what you want. It just… redirects you. And no amount of wanting makes the path straighten.”Confusion crept up his face. “Are you saying –”“I’m saying I didn’t come here to hurt you,” I interrupted. My chest tightened suddenly. It felt like an invisible thread pulling hard. I glanced past him, toward the far trees and the open dark. Everything felt wrong. “I thought I was ready for this.”He instinctively leaned closer. “We don’t have to rush anything. I’m not expecting –”“I know,” I rose up. The movement was abrupt and jarring even to me. “And that’s the problem.”He rose too, concern etched plainly across his face. “Rosalia, talk to me. You don’t look –”“I’m sorry,” I cut in, my breath uneven now as I picked up my jacket and purse from behind him. “This is pretty awkward. I don’t know. I’m not sure what I was thinking.” I forced myself to meet his eyes. “You’re a really nice guy, and I really want this. But I ha
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