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Chapter 37
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2025-08-17 17:05:10
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The Bride He Bought    Author's Note
Dearest reader, When I first started writing this story, I had no idea what I was stepping into. Dante and Aleraâs 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. Itâs been a learning and humbling curve. Iâve stumbled, grown, rewritten, cried, and smiled through every chapter. But most importantly, Iâve 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 couldnât 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    Epilogue
đżđŒđđđ Thereâs a tiny pair of feet pounding across the garden again. âRicardo!â Aleraâs voice carries through the warm afternoon. âNo running, sweetheart!â 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 heâs got my grin, my stubborn streak, and my complete disregard for rules. Iâm kneeling beside a half finished ramp that I swore Iâd build myself. Ten minutes in, Iâve already lost a screw and my patience. The nails donât sit right, the boards are uneven, and thereâs a hammer mark somewhere it doesnât belong. I sigh, drag a hand through my hair, and mutter under my breath, âI was built for deals, not carpentry.â 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. Sheâs in one of my old shirts that now barely fits over her
The Bride He Bought    Chapter 146
đŒđđđđŒ A few months after that dinner, I think I now have an idea of what he's up to. Weâve fallen into this strange rhythm with, calls every other night, quiet walks through the city when heâs 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 âpassing by.â Sometimes we sit in his car for an hour, talking about everything and nothing, like weâre 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? Heâs softer these days. I notice it in the way he listens, how he apologizes when he slips, how he doesnât try to fill the silence. He even laughs more, theyâre these real, unrestrained laughs that always catch me off guard. Iâve learned new things about him too. He's told me about his past, and
The Bride He Bought    Chapter 145
đŒđđđđŒ 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. Heâs 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 Iâm something miraculous. His lips curve slightly. âItâs so good to see you.â I bite my lip, unabl
The Bride He Bought    Chapter 144
đŒđđđđŒ âHappy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!â The room erupts in laughter and clapping as everyone joins in, their voices mixing with the faint music from the speakers. I canât help but blush, my cheeks burning hot as Mauve and Marisol cheer the loudest. Dadâs clapping off-beat, grinning from ear to ear. My employees have crowded around, phones in hand, taking pictures and recording videos. âMake a wish, Miss Alera!â 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. This⊠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    Chapter 143
đżđŒđđđ 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. âWhat's that?â I ask, even though I already have a guess. She doesnât 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. âMamaâŠâ I start, shaking my head. âPlease donât.â She exhales, ignoring my plea. âBefore mio padre died,â she begins calmly, âhe 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 boyââ âMama, stop,â I demand desperately. She keeps going, almost like sheâs afraid if she stops, sheâll lose the courage to finish. âThe first of us to give birth to a boy would have it w
The Bride He Bought    Chapter 139
đżđŒđđđ Iâm standing in the precinct hallway, waiting for Matteo to finish his call with the prosecutor, when my phone vibrates. My head lowers to look down at the screen. Itâs from the driver. > The plane just took off, Signore. For a moment, I just stare at the text. Itâs strange, the way
The Bride He Bought    Chapter 138
đŒđđđđŒ I take a few steps into Dante's dim office, then pause to look at him. He's seated behind his desk, in a simple shirt and his damp hair tells me he just got out of the shower. He looks tired, distressed, maybe but still too damn put together for someone who probably hasnât slept righ
The Bride He Bought    Chapter 137
đżđŒđđđ I'm back in the surveillance room, watching the different screen feeds, all focused on the interaction between Matteo and Gabriele from different angles. It's barely a few seconds into Gabriele watching the video and he's already screaming, with tears pouring down his face. "Che pa
The Bride He Bought    Chapter 136
đżđŒđđđ Alera's head is down with her arms crossed like sheâs holding herself together, as she quickly rushes to the villa. I watch until she disappears behind the door, and even then, I donât move. Thereâs a weird calm in my chest, like the air right before a storm. I should feel something,
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