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The Bride He Bought Ā Ā Ā Author's Note
Dearest reader, When I first started writing this story, I had no idea what I was stepping into. Dante and Aleraās world began as a whisper in my head. Thier love was a messy, aching kind that demanded to be told and somehow, it became my very first published book on GoodNovel. This journey has been everything but easy. Itās been a learning and humbling curve. Iāve stumbled, grown, rewritten, cried, and smiled through every chapter. But most importantly, Iāve learned that stories have a way of healing not just the characters but the person writing them too. To my editor, thank you for taking a chance on me. For your patience, your honesty, and for seeing potential even when I couldnāt always see it myself. You helped me find my rhythm. And to every single reader who turned the pages, who rooted for Dante and Alera, who stayed even when things got hard, thank you. You are the heartbeat behind this book. Your messages, reactions and quiet presence, it all means more than I can e
The Bride He Bought Ā Ā Ā Epilogue
šæš¼ššš Thereās a tiny pair of feet pounding across the garden again. āRicardo!ā Aleraās voice carries through the warm afternoon. āNo running, sweetheart!ā The boy only laughs, his black curls bouncing as he darts through the hydrangeas, his little shoes kicks up bits of soil as he runs. Two years old and faster than lightning, he's definitely her son, though heās got my grin, my stubborn streak, and my complete disregard for rules. Iām kneeling beside a half finished ramp that I swore Iād build myself. Ten minutes in, Iāve already lost a screw and my patience. The nails donāt sit right, the boards are uneven, and thereās a hammer mark somewhere it doesnāt belong. I sigh, drag a hand through my hair, and mutter under my breath, āI was built for deals, not carpentry.ā From the patio, Alera waddles out. She's radiant and round with our second child, one hand on her back, the other shading her eyes from the sunlight. Sheās in one of my old shirts that now barely fits over her
The Bride He Bought Ā Ā Ā Chapter 146
š¼šššš¼ A few months after that dinner, I think I now have an idea of what he's up to. Weāve fallen into this strange rhythm with, calls every other night, quiet walks through the city when heās free, long silences that somehow say more than words ever could. Sometimes he drops by my office just to bring me lunch and pretend he was āpassing by.ā Sometimes we sit in his car for an hour, talking about everything and nothing, like weāre trying to make up for all the months we lost. And every single time, I catch myself wondering, what are we now? Friends? Exes with unfinished business? Two people circling something that still burns between them but neither brave enough to touch it? Heās softer these days. I notice it in the way he listens, how he apologizes when he slips, how he doesnāt try to fill the silence. He even laughs more, theyāre these real, unrestrained laughs that always catch me off guard. Iāve learned new things about him too. He's told me about his past, and
The Bride He Bought Ā Ā Ā Chapter 145
š¼šššš¼ Dante rises from his seat. The light from the window hits his face, those deep blue eyes, that sharp jawline, the faint stubble that makes him look both refined and devastatingly human. Heās dressed simply: a dark blue sweater that fits too well, sleeves rolled to his elbows, black trousers and a watch gleaming faintly on his wrist. He looks a little older, but a lot calmer. And in all, a lot more devastatingly beautiful. Then his lips stretch into a slow smile. And he spreads his arms. Before I can even think, I walk straight into them. He wraps me up instantly, his arms strong and warm, his heartbeat loud against my ear. For a moment, everything just fades and the only thing in my focus is just him, being wrapped around him as his woodsy scent envelops my senses. When we finally pull apart, he cups my face, his thumb brushing my cheekbone as he looks down at me like Iām something miraculous. His lips curve slightly. āItās so good to see you.ā I bite my lip, unabl
The Bride He Bought Ā Ā Ā Chapter 144
š¼šššš¼ āHappy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!ā The room erupts in laughter and clapping as everyone joins in, their voices mixing with the faint music from the speakers. I canāt help but blush, my cheeks burning hot as Mauve and Marisol cheer the loudest. Dadās clapping off-beat, grinning from ear to ear. My employees have crowded around, phones in hand, taking pictures and recording videos. āMake a wish, Miss Alera!ā someone shouts. I close my eyes, inhaling softly as I lean toward the cake. And for a brief moment, I remember another birthday, just last year. Outside, under the stars, in that quiet garden Dante built for me. The sound of crickets. His hands around my waist. His deep voice humming something soft while we danced on the grass. The memory tugs sharply at my chest, but I push it away. That was then. Thisā¦ this is now. I open my eyes, smile, and blow out the candles. Cheers burst around me. My team whoops and claps. Mauve squeezes me into a
The Bride He Bought Ā Ā Ā Chapter 143
šæš¼ššš Mama returns a few minutes later with a file clutched to her chest. The way she holds it, carefully, almost reverently, makes my stomach twist. āWhat's that?ā I ask, even though I already have a guess. She doesnāt answer. Her eyes are soft, but they are accompanied by an invisible weight in them now. She walks back to the bed, sits, and places the file on her lap. And in that moment, my heart sinks. I know exactly what this is about. No. Not again. āMamaā¦ā I start, shaking my head. āPlease donāt.ā She exhales, ignoring my plea. āBefore mio padre died,ā she begins calmly, āhe wrote a will. And in that will, he left a clause for who would inherit the family estate. You remember I told you he never had sons. Only me and my sister, Valeria. The first of us to give birth to a boyāā āMama, stop,ā I demand desperately. She keeps going, almost like sheās afraid if she stops, sheāll lose the courage to finish. āThe first of us to give birth to a boy would have it w
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