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Chapter 62

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𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙍𝘼

I move forward slowly towards Dante. He doesn’t stir. His head is tilted back against the sofa, with his eyes half lidded, and the glass in his hand tips dangerously.

Something is wrong.

A chill shoots through me and the first thought that claws into my brain is his mother. Mrs. Elena. Had something happened? Was this why he looked like a hollowed shell, sitting here in silence?

I swallow hard and reach for the glass. My fingers curl around it carefully, steadying it before it spills. It’s only water.

Relief doesn’t come. If anything, my fear sharpens.

I set the glass aside and lean closer. “Dante,” I whisper. No response.

My hand trembles as I reach for his face. I tap his cheek gently. His skin is warm under my fingers.

And then, suddenly, his eyes snap into focus. They fix on me with startling clarity, as if I’d just torn him from a dream.

Before I can react, his hand clamps onto my wrist and pulls. I let out a sharp yelp as my body is dragged forward, landing a
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  • The Bride He Bought    Chapter 62

    𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙍𝘼 I move forward slowly towards Dante. He doesn’t stir. His head is tilted back against the sofa, with his eyes half lidded, and the glass in his hand tips dangerously. Something is wrong. A chill shoots through me and the first thought that claws into my brain is his mother. Mrs. Elena. Had something happened? Was this why he looked like a hollowed shell, sitting here in silence? I swallow hard and reach for the glass. My fingers curl around it carefully, steadying it before it spills. It’s only water. Relief doesn’t come. If anything, my fear sharpens. I set the glass aside and lean closer. “Dante,” I whisper. No response. My hand trembles as I reach for his face. I tap his cheek gently. His skin is warm under my fingers. And then, suddenly, his eyes snap into focus. They fix on me with startling clarity, as if I’d just torn him from a dream. Before I can react, his hand clamps onto my wrist and pulls. I let out a sharp yelp as my body is dragged forward, landing a

  • The Bride He Bought    Chapter 61

    𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙍𝘼 “I think I’ll pass...” I start, but Mauve’s hand brushes mine. “Actually, Alera,” she says gently, “I think you should join.It'll be perfect for you to get acquainted with what we do here.” I look at her a bit, startled. Of all people, I expected her to give me an out, not pull me in. Davina’s gaze coolly slides toward her. For a moment, she looks like she doesn’t even register Mauve’s presence. Then, slowly, a smile unfurls. “Oh. Mrs. Harrington.” Her tone is syrupy. “How good to see you. I didn’t think you’d bother attending these gatherings.” Mauve chuckles, unbothered. “Ah, yes. My mom basically gave me a free pass. So here I am. Can’t really avoid it.” Davina tilts her head, as if the laughter doesn’t quite land with her. “Well then. You know what? I think you should join us too. I can see how comfortable Alera is with you. Join our committee.” Mauve flashes me a grin. Without saying a word, we both know , we’ll stick this out together. Davina leads us into a

  • The Bride He Bought    Chapter 60

    𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙍𝘼 Mauve gives me a small, sheepish smile. “I’ll be back,” she says, and turns to leave. I remain immobilized for a moment, as my mind gnaws at the Harrison surname. It can’t be him. There are hundreds of Harrisons in Manhattan alone. Still, the thought lingers. My lungs lock up slightly as I flash back to that gala, the first one with Dante. Julian had been there, and he'd seen me. But due to my nervousness, I bolted off. If I had just acted calmly and let a conversation happen, I probably would have known he was married. I shake my head and close my eyes. It shouldn’t matter whether Julian is married. We ended things years ago. But that thought, that possibility, is like a small weight pressing against the edges of my calm. I take a slow breath. I need clarity. I’ll ask Mauve about her husband. I need to know if I can let this go or if it’s something I’ll have to navigate carefully. Mauve returns. And just as I open my mouth to ask the questions, the chatter dims as

  • The Bride He Bought    Chapter 59

    𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙍𝘼 The table remains quite for a while as the eyes on me wait for my answer. Instead of instantly blurting out the carefully curtaed lies about my situation with Dante, this moment feels like Deja Vu. It reminds me of that first dinner with Dante’s family, the weight of strangers’ eyes, every word I said balanced like it could tip into disaster. Only this time it isn’t family, it’s women with pearls around their throats and claws hidden beneath manicured nails. I force myself to lift my head. “Everything you’ve read from the media has been debunked,” I state mechanically. “There’s no contract marriage. Things between Dante and I… we’ve just kept private. That’s all.” There’s a hum around the table. No one argues, but no one looks convinced either. “Private,” Valeria repeats, sipping her mimosa. “That’s one way to put it.” Davina waves a hand, like she’s swatting a fly. “Enough. We’ve all had things said about us that weren’t true. Haven’t we?” She smiles. “Let’s talk abo

  • The Bride He Bought    Chapter 58

    𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙍𝘼 I went to see Dad today. Didn't get the chance to really talk to him, because he slept all through, but Marisol assured me that he's doing very well. He's gradually walking independent of his walker. I should be happy with that news, and I am, but not as much as I should be. Maybe it's because of the impending doom awaiting me from a decision I shouldn't have taken at all. The driver eases the car to a stop and his voice pulls me out of my spiral. “Mrs. Moretti? We’re here.” I look up. We're at Sant Ambroeus. Madison Avenue. There are white umbrellas lined up on the sidewalk outside, with polished glass windows gleaming and a cluster of chic women already gathered in a corner booth behind them. I sigh. There’s still a chance for me to back off right now. But just like every stupid decision I’ve made lately, I know this one won’t be an exception. When I called that woman earlier this morning, her voice was warm and welcoming. A far cry from the condenseding one fro

  • The Bride He Bought    Chapter 57

    𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙍𝘼 Immediately she speaks, I'm instantly thrown back to my first gala with Dante, where I hid in a toilet cubicle, clutching my phone and listening to women tear me apart with laughter I’ll never forget. And this voice? It was there. I’m sure of it. I force myself to breathe and focus. The woman standing before me is tall, impossibly slim and her beauty almost… manufactured. She has the kind of face sculpted in a surgeon’s chair, not born. Her skin is stretched too smooth and her lips are too plump. She is breathtaking, but in a way that makes me want to look away. My smile doesn’t falter. “Thank you,” I say softly. Her eyes lowly sweep over me. "I just surprised,” she says, as her lips curl again. “with how quickly things sped up between you two.” There it is again. The same condescension I heard whispered months ago. I lift my champagne flute and sip, letting the bubbles buy me time. “We’ve known each other for a while.” She tilts her head, clearly unconvin

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