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Chapter 97 Isolde/GreenLee
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2026-03-19 03:00:02
SammiJo HewittThis book is coming to an end. We still have the wedding and bonus chapters, we will have a sneak peek into Salvatore's story. I will be taking a break from The Ricci's after this book to focus on Hallow's Edge and my Enchanted Five Series. Thanks for reading.
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The Ricci Heir Chapter 97 Isolde/GreenLee
Cold air. Concrete. Silence.That’s all I feel at first. Then the door closes behind Matteo and the others, and something inside me breaks loose, panic, sharp and choking, clawing up my throat. I’m alone. No...worse. I’m alone with them.GreenLee steps forward, calm as a still lake, wiping her hands on a towel like she’s about to start baking instead of… whatever this is. The other two women flank her, quiet, steady, their faces unreadable. Luca stays too, arms crossed, eyes hard. I don’t understand why he’s here. I don’t understand any of this.“W‑what are you doing?” My voice cracks. “Where’s Sean? Where’s...”GreenLee tilts her head, studying me like I’m something under glass.“Matteo has other things to focus on,” she says softly. “His woman. His child. My grandchild.”The word hits me like a punch. Child. Ciara is pregnant. My stomach drops, my breath stutters. My heart slams against my ribs so hard it hurts.“No,” I whisper. “No, she’s not...she can’t be...”“She is,” GreenLee s
The Ricci Heir Chapter 96 Matteo
The shed felt heavier after Ciara walked out. Not because of the bodies. Not because of the ropes. Because of one word. Pregnant. It kept echoing in my head, over and over, like a heartbeat I could suddenly hear.My woman. My child. My family.And the man tied to the chair in front of me had tried to rip all of that away.Hector shifted, coming fully to. Isolde was already awake, eyes wild, wrists bound, watching every move like a trapped animal.The door shut behind the others, Ciara, Sean, Kat, Declan, and the space shrank around us.Mama stepped forward, calm as ever, wiping her hands on a towel like she’d just finished baking instead of watching a man’s life unravel.“Matteo, sweetheart,” she said, voice soft but edged with steel, “handle Hector first. I’ll get my art kit.”Hector’s eyes snapped to her. He didn’t recognize her face. But he recognized the word. Art. His pupils blew wide, fear cutting through the fog.“The Artist,” he whispered, almost to himself.He’d heard the sto
The Ricci Heir Chapter 95 Ciara
Matteo wouldn’t let go of me. Not my hand. Not my waist. Not even for a second as we walked toward the shed. Only he and Kat knew. They knew why my heart was pounding harder than usual, why Matteo’s arm was wrapped around me like steel, why Kat kept glancing back to make sure I was still steady on my feet.Kat hadn’t told the others, only that I’d need them. And they came without question.GreenLee.Mama Red.Sarah.All of them flanking me like a wall of women who had survived worse and would help me survive this too.But I wasn’t here to fight. I was here to finish something. To get inside Isolde’s head one last time before I stepped back and let someone else end her story. I’d already decided who. GreenLee, Mama Red and Sarah. They knew what to do and I heard the stories about GreenLee before she and Luca married. My mother-in-law The Artist.When Matteo opened the shed door, the smell of cold concrete and stale air hit me. Hector was still slumped against the wall, groggy and confu
The Ricci Heir Chapter 94 Matteo
By the time I finished showering and got dressed, Ciara was already gone. She’d said she needed to talk to Kat, and I didn’t think much of it at first. She’d been emotional, overwhelmed, and honestly, after the water‑throwing incident, I figured she just needed a minute to breathe. Still… something felt off. I headed to the kitchen, expecting to find her there. Mama was at the stove, humming as she flipped pancakes. Mama Red was chopping fruit with the kind of focus that made even Wolf behave.“Morning, sweetheart,” Mama said. “Ciara with you?”“No,” I said, grabbing a mug. “She went to find Kat.”Papa and Salvatore walked in a moment later, both looking too awake for this early. They sat beside me at the table.Papa studied me for all of three seconds. “What’s wrong?”I rubbed a hand over my jaw. “Ciara’s been… off. Mood swings. Crying. Snapping. Exhausted. I don’t know what’s going on with her.”Papa gave me a slow, knowing look, the kind that said he already had a theory. Before I
The Ricci Heir Chapter 93 Ciara
I woke up warm. Matteo’s arm was wrapped around my waist, his chest pressed against my back, his breath slow and steady against my shoulder. For a moment, I just lay there, letting myself sink into the safety of him. The room was dim, the early morning light barely slipping through the curtains. They had Hector and Isolde. Sean came home, well, back to us.I knew that much.What I didn’t know was where Sean was now. Matteo hadn’t said last night, just that everything was handled. And normally, that would’ve been enough. But I’d been… off. For days. Snapping at nothing. Crying over everything. Exhausted even after sleeping. My emotions felt like they were on a hair trigger, and I hated it. I didn’t want Matteo worrying about me on top of everything else. So I carefully lifted his arm and slipped out of bed. He didn’t stir. Good. He needed the rest.I showered quickly, pulled on leggings and one of Matteo’s shirts, and headed toward the kitchen. If I couldn’t help with the mission, I co
The Ricci Heir Chapter 92 Matteo
Ciara finally fell asleep. It took longer than usual, her body fighting it, her mind spinning, but she’s been off for days now. Tired. Snappy. Sad one minute, furious the next. All of it wrapped together so tight she didn’t even realize how wound up she was. I did. And I knew the only way she’d rest tonight was if I made her. So I did.And hearing her scream my name into my shoulder while she finally let go of all that tension… yeah, I didn’t mind that part at all.Now she’s curled against my pillow, breathing soft and even, hair a mess across her cheek. I brushed it back before I left, kissed her forehead, and whispered that I’d be right outside. She didn’t stir. Good. She needs the sleep. I slipped out of the room quietly and headed across the yard toward the shed. The night air was cool, the kind that wakes you up fast. The lights were low around the clubhouse. Wolf kept the lockdown tight, even after the mission was done. Smart. Until Hector and Isolde were secured and questioned,
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