AzaleaThe signature was unmistakably mine—every loop and curve exactly as I’d written it a thousand times before. But I had never seen these documents in my life.“This isn’t possible,” I whispered, my voice breaking as I stared at the papers. The room felt like it was spinning around me. “NO. I didn’t sign any of this.”Mr. Lucky, the hospital director, barely looked up from his desk. “Miss De Luca, you signed everything we required. As you can see, your signature is clearly written on every page.”“Shut up!” I screamed at him. “I wasn’t the one.”Mia, the nurse, stepped closer. Her face was cold and mean. “We don’t allow this kind of behavior here. You took your sister out of the hospital yourself. Unless you have a twin sister we don’t know about?”I whirled around to face her, fury burning through my chest like fire. “Your job—your ONE job—is to take care of my sister! I pay for everything! Every treatment, every meal, every bandage!” My voice cracked as tears started flowing. “Y
AzaleaEveryone in the hall gasped when he said this. I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach. He even added his last name to mine.This evil man. He smiled when he saw how shocked I looked, as if he enjoyed seeing me suffer.“Oh,” Chiara said, her voice shifting. “I did not know you are his wife.”“I am not,” I said quickly, panic rising in my chest. “I am not his wife.”But then he did something that made my world stop moving—he put his arm around my waist, pulled me close to his body, and pressed his lips against mine. The kiss felt like being branded with a hot iron.“Stay still,” he whispered against my mouth as I tried to push him away with all my strength. When he was satisfied with humiliating me, he finally let me go.“She is my wife,” he announced again, his voice full of possession and pride.“Sir,” Matteo called, breaking the tension, and I felt a flicker of relief.“What is it?” Adriano asked, his arm still locked around me like a chain.“Your attention is needed
Azalea“Good. I will reward you when we get home.”“Mr. Giordani!” someone called behind us.Adriano’s body tensed beside me. When he turned, the warmth vanished from his eyes, replaced by something cold and predatory.“Oh. It is you.”“It’s nice meeting you here, sir,” the stranger replied, before turning his gaze to me. “And who might this be?”“My wife.” The pride in Adriano’s voice was fake, but it sounded convincing. “Azalea Amara De Luca.”My blood turned to ice. Why had he said my full name? It felt like he was marking me, claiming ownership of me in front of everyone.“Ah, it is Madam.” The man held out his hand, and I forced myself to take it. “It is a real pleasure.”“The pleasure is mine,” I said, forcing a smile despite the nerves fluttering in my chest.“Enough with the pleasantries. What can I do for you, Mr. Luke?” Adriano suddenly asked, cutting through the polite conversation.“I have a business opportunity that might interest you, sir.”Without another word - or even
Azalea“How dare you!” The words came out of my mouth with a scream. My chest heaved rapidly as I stared at him, watching the last pieces of my pride fall apart at his feet. “How dare you say that to me?”He was breaking me apart, piece by piece. He was taking away every small bit of happiness I had left in this prison he called our marriage.“You and I both know I was telling the truth, honey,” he said with a smile that sent a chill down my spine.“You are ugly. You are worthless. You should be grateful—no, you should feel blessed—that I chose to marry you.” His eyes looked at my body like I was already dead. I felt myself shrinking under his disgusted stare. “If I hadn’t done that—”“If you hadn’t done what!”My voice cracked as I screamed. I was desperate and terrified. I couldn’t let him finish that sentence. I couldn’t bear to hear whatever horrible thing he was about to say.“No one wants an ugly woman as a wife,” he spat back at me with venom in his voice. “Remember this in you
Azalea“Not yet,” she replied, helping me stand up. “He’s waiting for you in the dining room.”My stomach twisted. More time with him meant more chances for him to hurt me with his words.“Waiting for me?”“Yes, ma’am,” Mica said. “We should go.”Mica led me through the house. The servants we passed smiled and said I looked pretty, but their words felt hollow after what Adriano had said.“We’re here,” Mica announced, stopping at the entrance to the dining room. “Master is right there.”She pointed, but then stepped back. “No one is allowed to approach him while he’s eating.”“You’re here,” his deep voice made me shiver with fear. He didn’t look up from his food; he just kept eating like I didn’t matter. “Sit.”I sat as far away from him as I could. If I could have stopped breathing the same air as him, I would have.“Come sit here,” he commanded, finally looking up at me. His eyes studied my face for a long moment. “You look... different.”Different. Not pretty, not beautiful. Just di
Azalea“Good morning, darling,” I heard the voice greet again.I opened my eyes slowly, my heart already racing. There he was—Adriano, standing by the window, watching me with those cold, empty eyes.“What are you doing here?” I whispered, pulling myself up in bed. My hands shook as I gripped the sheets. The morning sun felt warm on my face, but his presence made everything cold.He laughed, but there was no warmth in it. “What am I doing here? This is my house, remember? You seem to forget that a lot.”Of course. This wasn’t my home. This would never be my home. I was just a prisoner here, trapped by a contract I never wanted to sign.“I’m sorry,” I whispered.“You should be.” He walked over to the sofa and sat down, crossing his legs like he owned the world. “You’re coming with me to a ball tonight.”My stomach dropped. “A ball? Those are for rich people, important people. Not someone like me.”“You became important the day you signed that contract.” His smile was cruel, sharp enoug