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No Longer the Don's Bride
No Longer the Don's Bride
Author: Arya

Chapter 1

Author: Arya
Rosalie’s private residence was guarded by Sinclair men, and every visitor was supposed to be cleared in advance.

Dante simply gave them the gate code and property number known only to the family.

“Dante, the Vitale family has been watching me for days. I think someone planted a listening device in the house.”

Rosalie clutched the mahogany wine case as she complained softly.

“I don’t want to be alone until your men sweep every room.”

Dante unfastened his seat belt.

“I’ll take a look.”

His hand was already on the door when he finally glanced at me.

“Wait here. Ten minutes, at most.”

The car was warm.

Before getting out, he still laid his cashmere scarf across my lap.

“Keep the window closed. Cold air always gives you a headache.”

That was Dante.

He remembered every little thing about me, yet could leave me waiting in a car the moment my sister needed him.

After all, Dante and Rosalie had grown up together. I was only the long-lost Sinclair daughter who had returned years later. By the time I met Dante, he and Rosalie had already known each other for years. There never seemed to be room for me in the life they had built before I came along.

Ten minutes passed.

Rosalie’s foyer remained dark, and Dante still had not returned.

I was reviewing flights to London when the car door opened.

He offered no explanation for the delay. He only held out a cup of coffee.

“Latte. No sugar.”

The lid had already been removed, and the coffee had cooled to exactly the temperature I liked.

I stared at the booking page on my phone and made no move to take it.

He held the coffee between us.

After a few seconds, Dante turned to me.

“What has you so distracted?”

I snapped out of it, locked the screen, and took the cup.

“Nothing. A work email.”

Dante’s eyes narrowed, settling on the phone clenched in my right hand.

“You’re lying.”

He said it quietly, but the entire car went still.

He held out his hand, palm up.

Dante leaned into the car, moving closer until I could feel his breath against my lips. “Tell me what you’re hiding.”

My heart pounded, and an ache gathered behind my eyes. He had pursued me for two years after meeting me at the Sinclair reception, drawn to the independence I had fought so hard to build. Yet the same man who loved my strength could never resist Rosalie the moment she softened her voice and reached for him.

After four years together, he knew every nervous habit I had.

Whenever I was nervous, my thumb worried at the edge of my phone.

Dante kept closing the distance until Rosalie’s tearful voice broke the tension between us.

She stood behind him, gently tugging at the hem of his coat.

“Dante, I’m scared. I can’t stay here alone tonight.”

“Vivienne, can I stay at your place tonight?”

She stepped forward and hooked her little finger around mine.

Rosalie was four years younger than me.

She had grown up as the Sinclair family’s pampered princess, and Dante had doted on her since childhood as if she were his own little sister.

Whenever she wanted something from me, she would tug at my hand this way until I gave in.

Before I could say a word, Dante answered for me. “It’s only one room. Vivienne will agree.”

My grip tightened around the cup until my knuckles blanched.

So whether I agreed or not had never mattered.

Only then did he look at me.

“Give Rosalie the suite east of the master bedroom. She’s a light sleeper. No servants in the east wing tonight.”

“Not that room.”

When I moved into the Visconti estate, Dante had personally ordered the lock changed on that suite.

Everything my foster parents had left me was stored inside.

He had placed the only key in my hand and promised no one else would ever enter.

Now his expression hardened.

Rosalie lowered her eyes, already brimming with tears.

“It’s all right. I’ll stay at a hotel. I know Vivienne doesn’t like anyone touching her foster parents’ things.”

The more reasonable she sounded, the crueler I appeared.

Dante ordered the driver on in a clipped voice.

“Rosalie isn’t just anyone.”

After a beat, he looked at me.

“Vivienne, don’t start a fight with me three days before our engagement party.”
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  • No Longer the Don's Bride   Chapter 10

    Before the exhibition left Sicily, I agreed to see Dante once.He was waiting inside the shuttered restaurant.The Blue Room looked exactly as it had before. The table facing the courtyard remained, but it had been set for only one person.Dante rose the moment he saw me.A year had left him noticeably thinner. His once-immaculate shirt was creased, and the old watch I had given him remained on his wrist.“Sit.”He drew out the chair facing the courtyard.Rosalie’s old place.I remained standing.“I received the watch. Thank you.”“I wasn’t the one who repaired it.” His voice was low and rough. “The watchmaker searched for a year. I only returned it to you.”An old vintage from the restaurant’s cellar stood open on the table.He poured a glass, then hesitated instead of offering it to me.“I came here alone many times after you left.”“Every time, I tried to order what you would have wanted.”“I could never remember which vintage you preferred, how you liked your steak, or whether you

  • No Longer the Don's Bride   Chapter 9

    A year later, I returned to Sicily with The Empty Seat for a touring exhibition.Rosalie intercepted me outside the airport.She had lost weight, and a pale scar still crossed her right wrist.“Five minutes, Vivienne. That’s all I’m asking.”She held out the mahogany wine case.The inscription inside had been ground away, leaving an ugly scar in the wood.“Dante has not seen me since you left. He revoked every one of my permissions at the Visconti estate. He even bought the restaurant we used to visit and closed the Blue Room.”I did not take the case.“That has nothing to do with me.”Tears slipped down her face.“I know.”“I used to believe you had taken him from me. Eventually I understood that if he had loved me, he would have chosen me at some point during those ten years.”“Protecting me was a habit. He also believed you would never leave, no matter what he did.”She wiped her face.“The night I broke the watch, I almost stopped.”“I remembered you holding me after your foster mo

  • No Longer the Don's Bride   Chapter 8

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  • No Longer the Don's Bride   Chapter 7

    Vivienne’s POVDante waited outside the college for an entire day after reaching London.Rain began to fall toward evening.I emerged from the studio carrying the reinforced frame of my installation and saw him at once.He had no umbrella. His black overcoat was soaked through, but he held an old leather case beneath it, protecting it from the rain.Inside were the drawings recovered from my foster mother’s workshop.“Vivienne.”His voice was rough as he came toward me.I stopped.“Why are you here?”My own calm surprised me.Once, a few hours without word from him had been enough to keep me awake all night. Now he had crossed half of Europe to stand in front of me, and I felt no answering pull at all.He offered me the case.“I hired conservators to save everything they could.”“I found the footage proving Rosalie broke the watch deliberately. The collision has been reopened. She has been removed from the rally, and her license will be revoked.”I did not take the case.“And?”The que

  • No Longer the Don's Bride   Chapter 6

    Rosalie went still, the color slowly draining from her face.“Dante, what’s wrong?”“I said get out.”He moved past her, but she caught his sleeve.“Did Vivienne say something about me again? She’s the one who refused to forgive me. She was willing to ruin my career over one mistake—”Dante stopped.“She’s gone.”Rosalie stared at him.“Gone where?”“London.”“That’s impossible.” The answer came too quickly, and the color drained from her face. “She promised me she wouldn’t accept the offer in London.”Dante turned slowly.“When did she promise you that?”Rosalie opened her mouth, but nothing came out.The last trace of warmth disappeared from his eyes.“What else have you kept from me?”He ordered the security team to retrieve every recording from the estate’s east wing.At 1:47 a.m., Rosalie entered the suite carrying a blanket. Minutes later, she stepped into the corridor with the pocket watch in her hand.She stood beneath the wall sconce for a long time, staring down at it.Then s

  • No Longer the Don's Bride   Chapter 5

    (Dante’s POV)By morning, the Visconti estate was crowded with the most powerful families in Sicily.Heraldic banners hung along the galleries, black cars filled the courtyard, and the place reserved for the future Donna remained conspicuously empty.The ceremony was scheduled for three.At ten minutes to the hour, Vivienne still had not arrived.Dante stood at the far end of the ballroom and looked toward the entrance for the third time.“Where is the Sinclair car?”The steward lowered his voice.“Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair are already here, Don. They haven’t been able to reach Miss Sinclair either.”Dante frowned.When Vivienne had left two nights earlier, he had dismissed her departure as another quarrel. He had not followed her. He had been certain she would come back once she had calmed down.For four years, however bitterly they fought, she had always been there when he turned back.He expected the same that afternoon.At three, the quartet reached the end of its opening program.Murm

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