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SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MARAZONA HEIR [ Series] 25
Serafina Marazona The early morning sunlight spilled through the bedroom windows, painting long golden lines across the sheets. I remained where I was, staring at the ceiling without truly seeing it. Sleep had come in broken pieces throughout the night, interrupted by memories of locked doors, Cassandra’s questions, Vincenzo’s silence, and the promise I had made simply to survive. Now that I had made it back to the estate alive, another battle waited for me. I had given my word, and whether it had been made under threat or not, I had no intention of pretending it had never happened. If I wanted Vincenzo to treat me as something more than a frightened girl hidden behind his name, then I had to begin acting like someone whose words carried weight. Dragging myself from the bed, I disappeared into the bathroom. The cold water helped clear the exhaustion from my mind, though it did nothing for the ache that still lingered in my body. I brushed my teeth, tied my hair into a simple k
SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MARAZONA HEIR [ Series] 24
Don Vincenzo Marazona The next morning arrived wrapped in heavy silence. Sunlight filtered through the heavy drapes of our suite, casting long golden beams across the king-sized bed where Serafina lay curled beneath the silk sheets. Her body still carried faint bruises from the ordeal. I hadn’t slept much. The memory of her collapsing in my arms replayed endlessly — the raw pain in her voice, the way she shattered after those slaps, the trust I had broken by leaving her in that white room as some twisted test. She was my wife. My substitute bride who had become far more dangerous to my control than any rival. Last night, after the doctor left, I held her through the worst of her tears until exhaustion claimed her. Now, as I stood beside the bed watching her stir, something unfamiliar twisted in my chest. Not just guilt. A deep, possessive need to atone. To worship the woman I had failed. She woke slowly, eyes fluttering open to fix on me with guarded wariness. “You’re st
SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MARAZONA HEIR [ Series] 23
Don Vincenzo Marazona The boardroom emptied gradually as the final meeting of the day dragged to its conclusion. Contracts worth hundreds of millions lay signed on the polished mahogany table, awaiting my final execution. Men twice my age had spent three grueling hours arguing over shipping routes, investments, and acquisitions, all while pretending they didn’t live in fear of the reality that every signature ultimately required my approval. By the time the last executive filed out, silence settled heavy across the top floor of Marazona Holdings. The city stretched beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathed in gold and orange beneath the dying sun. I loosened my tie and turned my attention to the reports waiting on my desk. Three financial summaries. Two political updates. One intelligence briefing. A normal day. The office door opened without a knock. Only a handful of people dared. Adriano Matteo stepped inside. I didn’t look up immediately. “Something important?” A lon
SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MARAZONA HEIR [ Series] 22
Serafina MarazonaTime lost all meaning inside that sterile white room. It stretched into an endless, suffocating blur, marked only by the arrival and removal of untouched food trays and the growing ache in my muscles from a bed that was never meant for rest. No windows. No clocks. Nothing to anchor me to the outside world except the muffled sounds drifting beyond the heavy metal door—distant footsteps, low voices, the occasional metallic grind of locks. At first, every noise jolted me upright, heart seizing with desperate hope. Vincenzo had found me. His men were coming. The door would burst open any second and this nightmare would end. But it never happened. The hope curdled into something heavier, colder. Cassandra returned at irregular intervals, her presence as calculated as it was unnerving. Sometimes she fired sharp, probing questions meant to peel back my defenses. Other times she simply sat across from me, cigarette smoke curling from her fingers while she studied m
SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MARAZONA HEIR [ Series] 21
Serafina MarazonaThe first thing I felt upon regaining consciousness was a sharp, throbbing pain pulsing relentlessly behind my eyes, as though my skull had been cracked open and carelessly stitched back together. Nausea followed swiftly, twisting my stomach into violent knots that made me gag even before I could fully surface from the heavy layers of darkness. I coughed hard, the sound echoing strangely in the sterile space around me, and forced my eyes open. White ceiling. White walls. White floor. A barren, windowless room stripped of any warmth or personality, like a cage designed to break the spirit before the body. For several long, disorienting moments, I simply lay there staring upward, my mind struggling to piece together the fragments— the wrong turn in the taxi, the locked doors, the driver’s cold eyes in the mirror—until panic slammed into me like a tidal wave.I sat up too quickly, the room spinning wildly around me as my vision blurred with dizzying streaks of white.
SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MARAZONA HEIR [ Series] 20
Serafina MarazonaThe first thing I did after returning to our suite was collapse into sleep—not because I wanted rest, but because my body finally surrendered after nearly twenty hours of poring over endless files, reports, security briefings, financial records, family histories, and blood-soaked secrets that painted a far darker picture of the Marazona empire than I had ever imagined. By the time my head touched the pillow, exhaustion pulled me under like a riptide, swift and unforgiving.When I woke again, the room was empty and the sunlight had shifted across the lavish furnishings, casting long golden shadows. The clock on the nightstand told me I had slept through most of the afternoon. For several long moments, I lay there staring at the ornate ceiling, the silence pressing in around me like a living thing. The Marazona estate itself never truly slept—somewhere beyond these thick walls, guards rotated in silent shifts, meetings unfolded with ruthless precision, phones rang wit
SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MARAZONA HEIR [ Series] 008
Serafina De Luca:By the end of the day, I barely recognized myself anymore.The Marazona staff had apparently interpreted “body care” as a full reconstruction project because I had spent the last eight hours being washed, polished, moisturized, trimmed, massaged, perfumed, styled, and stared at by
SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MARAZONA HEIR [ Series] 007
Serafina De Luca:“Ma’am, the Don has ordered you to move into the Main Residence.”I blinked at the maid in confusion.“The… main residence?”“Yes, Ma’am.”For a second I simply stared at her while my brain struggled to catch up. I had genuinely assumed I would remain hidden away inside the guest
SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MARAZONA HEIR [ Series] 006
DON VINCENZO MARAZONA“Be honest with us,” Mother said calmly while the doctor reviewed the medical file. “Is she an imbecile? Because surely a normal person cannot be this stupid.”The doctor chuckled nervously.“No, Madame Donna. She’s not mentally impaired. She’s simply severely malnourished and
SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MARAZONA HEIR [ Series] 005
DON VINCENZO MARAZONAGod.I did not know how long I had been unconscious on the floor, but sunlight crashing violently through the bedroom windows hit directly against my face, dragging a low irritated hiss from my throat.My neck ached.My shoulder was numb.Slowly, I pushed myself upright from t
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