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The Ricci Heir

The Ricci Heir

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โดย:  SammiJo Hewittจบแล้ว
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Contract Marriage

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Matteo Ricci had been Don of the family for a few months now powerful, feared, and unshakably loyal to his family. His marriage to an Irish bride was meant to solidify the alliance between the Riccis and the O’Connells. The Irish believed they had chosen his future wife: Isolde O’Connell, raised and groomed for the role. But Matteo never intended to marry her. He chose Ciara O’Connell instead—the quiet daughter, the overlooked one, the girl the Irish never considered worthy of a Don. His family supported the choice from the beginning, but the O’Connells were blindsided. And Isolde? She was humiliated. Now, as Ciara steps into her new life beside Matteo, the alliance trembles. Isolde’s jealousy turns deadly, and Ciara quickly realizes the truth: someone inside the villa wants her gone. When subtle attempts on her life begin, Matteo and Ciara work together to expose the traitor without igniting a war between their families. To protect Ciara, Matteo must navigate political deception, family expectations, and a hidden enemy who believes Ciara stole the life she deserved. But Matteo didn’t choose Ciara out of obligation—he chose her out of conviction. And he will destroy anyone who threatens her. In a world built on loyalty, power, and blood, Matteo Ricci will fight to keep the woman he chose… even if it means tearing the alliance apart to save her life.

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Chapter 1 Matteo
I had been raised to understand that every alliance carried a cost. Tonight, the Irish came to collect theirs.Their Don spoke of unity, of bloodlines woven together like threads in a tapestry. But I knew better. Threads can be pulled. Threads can unravel. What they wanted was not unity — it was leverage. A Ricci bound to their heiress, a puppet dressed in tailored suits.They thought I would not see it.The stepdaughter was polished, rehearsed, every smile sharpened into a blade. She was the one they paraded before the world, the jewel they claimed as their own. But jewels are fragile. They crack under pressure.My father slid the photograph across the desk, and the room shifted. Not the stepdaughter. Not the jewel. A different girl. Ciara.Her eyes told me everything her family tried to hide. Quiet. Shy. A shadow in her own home. She had been overlooked, dismissed, treated as if she were less than blood. But I saw something they did not. Strength. Not the loud kind that demands atte
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Chapter 2 Ciara
The O’Connell estate was never quiet, though silence was all I seemed to carry. Laughter echoed down the marble halls, sharp and bright, but it never reached me. It belonged to Isolde. It always did.She was the jewel of the family, the daughter my father paraded before the world. Every smile rehearsed, every gesture polished until it gleamed. My brothers adored her, my stepmother worshipped her, and my father… my father looked at her without flinching.He could not look at me the same way.When his eyes did find me, they slipped away almost instantly, as though the sight of me burned. I reminded him too much of her — my mother. The woman he had loved once, the woman he had lost. My face carried her shadow, and for that, I was a wound he refused to touch.Isolde knew it. She wielded it like a blade. Her words were never shouted, never crude. They were soft, sweetly spoken, but sharpened to cut.“You should be grateful,” she would say, brushing past me in silks I would never wear. “Fat
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Chapter 3 Matteo
The villa was quiet, the kind of silence that carried the weight of centuries. I sat in my study, the glow of the screen casting shadows across the carved wood. My family was scattered, but tonight, distance meant nothing.Salvatore’s face appeared first, sharp features and sharper eyes. My brother had always been the blade — direct, unyielding. Kat joined a moment later, her smile softer, her presence a reminder that not all Riccis were forged from steel. Wolf leaned into frame beside her, his hand resting on her shoulder, steady and protective.Jace and Koda joined last, their voices overlapping in greeting, the screen filling with the faces of the people who mattered most.“You’re calling late,” Kat said, tilting her head. “What’s going on?”I leaned back, folding my hands. “There will be an engagement party. I need you all there. Kat, bring Wolf. Jace, Koda — I expect you both at my side.”Kat’s brows furrowed. “An engagement party? Matteo… you’re agreeing to this marriage? An arr
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Chapter 4 Ciara
The house was alive with noise, the kind that rattled through the walls and made silence impossible. Servants rushed down the hallways with trays and linens, voices rose and fell in sharp commands, and somewhere downstairs Isolde’s laughter carried like a bell. It was her night, after all. The engagement party, the spectacle, the performance.I sat upstairs in my room, the only place that still belonged to me. My desk was cluttered with pages, ink stains marking the hours I’d poured into words no one here would ever read. To them, I was invisible. To the world beyond these walls, I was C.M. O’Malley. My mother’s name, her legacy hidden in mine. No one knew, and I preferred it that way. The scratching of my pen was steady, a rhythm that drowned out the chaos below. I was building a world where silence meant strength, where shadows carried weight. A world where I mattered. The knock startled me. My father never knocked. He barely spoke to me unless necessity forced him.“Come in,” I sai
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Chapter 5 Matteo
The hotel suite buzzed with quiet preparation. Salvatore adjusted his cufflinks with the precision of a soldier, his reflection sharp in the mirror. Kat smoothed Wolf’s tie, her laughter softening the edges of the night.Near the window, Jace crouched down to Koda’s level. My youngest brother’s wide eyes followed every movement, curious but restless.“Tonight is important,” Jace explained gently, his voice low and patient. “There will be a lot of people, a lot of noise. You stay close to me, sì? No wandering.”Koda nodded solemnly, clutching Jace’s hand. “Stay with you.”“Good,” Jace said, ruffling his hair. “You’ll see—it’s just a party. Nothing to be afraid of.”I watched them, a small smile tugging at my lips. Even in moments like this, my family was my strength.When we arrived at the O’Connell estate, the air was thick with expectation. The Irish had polished every corner, every smile rehearsed, every gesture calculated. Isolde was waiting, her gown glittering under the lights, h
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Chapter 6 Ciara
The air in my father’s office was thick, heavy with the weight of unspoken fury. Matteo’s words still echoed his declaration that I, not Isolde, would be his bride. The silence that followed had been deafening, broken only by Isolde’s sobs as she collapsed into our stepmother’s arms.“Look at her,” my stepmother hissed, stroking Isolde’s hair as if she were the only victim in the room. “You’ve humiliated her, Ciara. You’ve brought shame to this family.” Her words cut, but I refused to flinch.My brothers surged forward, voices overlapping, each one desperate to convince Matteo and the Riccis that I was unworthy. “She’s weak,” one spat. “She doesn’t belong in your world,” another added. Their accusations piled high, each one meant to bury me beneath their scorn.Behind his desk, my father stood rigid, his hands gripping the polished wood as though it might steady him. His voice trembled with authority he no longer possessed. “Matteo, this is a mistake. Isolde agreed to the marriage. Yo
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Chapter 7 Isolde/Declan
The corridor outside Declan’s office felt colder than the room we’d just left, though maybe that was only me. My chest burned with humiliation, the sting of defeat sharp as glass. Ciara had won, she had beat me for once. Declan had let her take Matteo from me as if I were nothing, as if all the hours I’d spent proving myself to him meant less than a single word from her lips.I clenched my fists, nails biting into my palms. I had thought I’d finally turned him, softened him the way I had with her brothers. They had bent easily, eager to see me as one of their own. But Declan? He still looked at me with that maddening gentleness, as though I were a child to be placated instead of a woman worthy of power.“Isolde,” my mother’s voice cut through my fury, smooth and deliberate. Siobhan never raised her tone; she didn’t need to. “Do not waste your strength on anger. This is only one move in a longer game.”I turned to her, the ache in my throat threatening to spill into words I didn’t want
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Chapter 8 Ciara
The hum of laughter and clinking glasses wrapped around me like a familiar melody. I sat with Kat, GreenLee — Matteo’s mama — and Jace, while Nonno and Nonna watched Koda bounce in his chair, his little legs too short to reach the floor. He was nearly four, full of questions and mischief, his eyes wide as he leaned toward me.“Ciara,” he asked, his voice bubbling with curiosity, “can you say magic words? Like biz Nono and Nona?”Kat chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “When he first met them, they spoke Italian to him. He thought it was magic.”I smiled, leaning closer to Koda. “Ah, so you like magic words, do you?” Switching into the soft lilt of Irish, I teased gently, “An bhfuil fonn ort milseog, a stórín?” — Would you like some dessert, little treasure?His eyes lit up, and I pointed toward the dessert table, gleaming with cakes and pastries. “Come on then,” I said, rising and taking his hand. “Let’s see what sweet magic we can find.”We wove through the crowd, Koda
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Chapter 9 Matteo
The party hummed around us, laughter and music weaving through the air as I joined my family's table with my father, Salvatore, and Wolf. The table was full, but something felt off. My eyes scanned the room, searching for her. Ciara.She wasn’t here.I leaned forward, restless, the absence gnawing at me. “Where is she?” I asked, my voice low but sharp.Mama followed my gaze, her smile soft, her hand lifting to point across the room. “There,” she said. “At the dessert table.”I turned, and my chest tightened. Ciara stood with little Koda, her hand guiding him toward the cakes. But then Isolde appeared, her face twisted, her movements sharp. I saw the smear of frosting, the flash of her hand raised against the boy.I was already half out of my chair, fury burning hot in my veins. “She’ll strike him,” I muttered, my body tense, ready to cross the room.But Mama’s hand caught my arm, firm and steady. “Wait,” she said, her voice calm but commanding. “Let her handle it. Watch.”I froze, tor
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Chapter 10 Ciara
The music swirled around me, but my thoughts were far from the laughter and chatter at the tables. Mama GreenLee’s words echoed in my chest, stirring memories I had buried deep. Maeve. My mother. Strong, kind, radiant — and gone far too soon.I thought of the whispers I’d overheard as a child, the fragments of conversations that never quite added up. Sometimes I wondered if there was more to her death than sickness, if something darker had stolen her from me. But this was not the time. Not here, surrounded by family and celebration. Perhaps in Italy, away from the O’Connell walls, I could finally ask the questions that haunted me.A hand touched mine, pulling me from the spiral. Matteo. His eyes were steady, his smile soft but insistent. “Dance with me,” he said, and before I could protest, he was leading me to the floor.The music wrapped around us, his arm firm at my waist, his presence grounding me. I let myself breathe, let myself move with him, even as my mind still tugged at sha
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