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I stand in the center of the room that used to be a sanctuary. This place where Santino and I shared breaths, whispers, and a passion that I now realize was laced with poison. I am dressed simply in a black tank top that clings to my skin and a pair of worn jeans. I feel light, almost weightless, as if the person who lived in this room before has already evaporated into the air.I take a slow, deliberate breath. The room is perfect. It is hauntingly clean. The beds are made with sharp, hospital-like precision. The mahogany floors are polished to a mirror shine, reflecting the dim light from the hallway. There isn't a single speck of dust. It is a museum dedicated to a lie.My eyes drift to the right bedside table. There, sitting exactly where I left it, is a rose. But it is no longer the flower I remember. The petals have wilted so completely they have turned to a fine, gray dust. Even the stem is a brittle, blackened stick. Yet, miraculously, it has kept the exact shape it had the da
The Billionaire's Rebellious Bride Chapter 103
I cried until the darkness is no longer just a color; it is a weight. It presses against my chest, filling my lungs with the scent of wet limestone and my own unwashed skin. I don't know how long I cried. My throat is a desert, and my eyes are swollen, burning with the salt of a thousand regrets. Eventually, the exhaustion won. I slipped into a sleep that felt more like a coma, a heavy, dreamless void.Then, something shifts.It is a sensation so light it could be a stray draft or a ghost. A feathery touch brushes my cheek. It is soft, almost tender, tracing the line of my jaw where Santino’s slap left a lingering ache. My heart, which had been sluggish in sleep, kicks against my ribs like a trapped bird. Every nerve ending in my body screams alert.I do not move. I keep my breathing shallow, my limbs heavy and limp. I am a master of faking it. I have spent years pretending to be the girl they wanted me to be; I can pretend to be a corpse now. The touch stops abruptly. The air in the
The Billionaire's Rebellious Bride Chapter 102
The first thing I feel is the cold. It is a deep, biting cold that seeps through the floor and into my bones. My head throbbed with a rhythm that matched the heavy beating of my heart. Every pulse felt like a hammer striking the inside of my skull. I try to open my eyes, but the lids feel like they are glued shut with dried blood and grit. I groan, the sound raspy and weak in the silent room.The last thing I remember is Santino’s office. Blurry images of the way the light caught the gold rings on his fingers. I remember the wooden baseball bat swinging through the air. His curled up lips before I slipped into the painful unconsciousness.Now, the world is gray. I finally force my eyes open. I am lying on a thin, stained mattress on a concrete floor. The walls are made of rough stone that looks damp. There are no windows. The only light comes from a small, flickering bulb high up on the ceiling. It casts long, shaky shadows that dance like ghosts. My wrists felt heavy as if something
The Billionaire's Rebellious Bride Chapter 101
I look at Santino, who was standing by the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. My hand feels wet from the all washing I did in the restroom.I move closer to him and touch his arm. My fingers feel cold against his warm skin. I force my voice to shake just a little bit. "Santino," I whisper. "The air in here is making me feel so nauseous. I think I need to go home. I can't stand the smell of the medicine anymore. It makes my stomach turn."Santino turns his dark eyes toward me. He searches my face. I keep my gaze soft and watery like I’m about to break into a thousand pieces. This role is sickening!."I will go with you," he says. His voice is deep and protective. He starts to push off the wall, but I put a hand on his chest."No," I say gently. "You need to be here. Your father... he is a mess, Santino. He needs his son. He is just standing there by the operating room like a ghost. If you leave, he might fall apart completely. I will be fine. I just need to lie down in my own bed.
The Billionaire's Rebellious Bride Chapter 100
Rushing footsteps thunder behind me. A maid skids to a halt at the top of the stairs, her hands flying to her mouth. A shrill, piercing scream tears from her throat, echoing off the high ceilings like a siren. "MOTHER!"Lorenzo’s voice is a raw, pain-filled howl at the bottom of the stairs I feel strong, rough hands shove me to the side. I stumble, my shoulder barking against the wall, but I quickly reach out and grab the cold iron railing to steady myself. Santino’s father, rushes past me, his face a mask of pure horror. He doesn't even look at me. He flies down the stairs, his shoes clattering like gunfire against the marble."Eleanor! Eleanor, look at me!" Arthur cries out. He falls to his knees beside her, his hands hovering over her mangled body, afraid to touch her. He starts barking orders, his voice cracking with a desperation I didn't think he was capable of. "Call 911! Get the medics here now! Move!"Eleanor lies in a heap, her expensive silk dress soaked in a rapidly expa
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The voice booms through the room, vibrating in my chest. The bedroom door, already hanging crooked on its hinges, is pushed open further. It is Santino’s father. He stands there with his chest heaving, his face pale and lined with deep worry. He looks older than I have ever seen him, his eyes wide with shock at the sight of his wife hovering over me like a demon.I don’t waste a second. As Eleanor’s grip falters in surprise, I twist my body and scramble out from under her. My bare feet hit the cold marble floor, and I run. I don’t run for the door; I run straight to him, ducking behind his broad, sturdy back, grabbing the rough wool of his blazer with trembling fingers. I make sure to let out a small, broken whimper.I feel a quick flash of surprise in his muscles as if stunned that I would seek shelter with him. But the look vanishes quickly, replaced by a stern, protective glare directed at his wife.Eleanor doesn't back down. She stands by the bed, the silver letter opener still c
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