The Widow Contract( I married my husband’s brother)

Chapter 1-Maximof’s funeral The coffin was carved from the best imported redwood tree in Thailand, the flowers a variety of perfectly bloomed black orchids and pride of Barbados. The headstone was carved from the best polished bronze and granite, and his suit—sewn to pristine perfection. Maximoff Morano’s funeral was the talk of the town. The heir of the Morano estate dying from unforeseen circumstances, the whole city arrived just to pay their respects. Some, just to leer and watch how the Morano family are carrying their grave loss. Victoria stared at her husband’s dead body with a deadpan face. She was still finding it hard to believe, the man whom she’d grown to admire and love, her husband from an arranged marriage who had promised her the world, now cold and lifeless with two cotton balls stuck in his nostrils. She was clad in a vintage leather coat with a cashmere blouse underneath to combat the defensive weather, her eyes, shielded with dark frames to c

Chapter 3-The Widow’s refusal Marriage. The word echoed through her ears and mind. It didn’t make any sense. She was still in mourning. According to psychologists, widows tend to suffer a small stage of delirium through their grief. Victoria posed what she just heard as that—her mind playing games with her. “Toria.” Her mother muttered from behind her, “It’s for the best. Marrying Vincent is for— “Marriage?” She cut her off, “This isn’t a joke?!” Frank frowned, “No it’s not. Sit down Victoria.” She wanted to yell at her father-in-law, tell them all that they were out of their damned minds, but even a new widow like her knew her place in the family. She did as she was told, sat back down whilst brushing off her tears which glided down effortlessly. Gillian Moretti, Her father, cleared his throat before speaking again, “We know this is hard on you but it’s for the best. Maximof is gone, bless his soul, but with his position vacant there’s too much at stake between both f

Chapter 5-A not-so jolly husband “Leave?!” She yelled, “Why am I leaving? Where am— “I don’t have the time to answer your questions. “ Vincent cut her off, “We’re married now, you’ve fulfilled your duty which means you do as I say. There’s a car waiting for you outside, ready to take you to the airport.” Victoria’s eyes widened. She just couldn’t belugas it. First they force her to marry him, now she was being forced to leave without as much having a where. “Where am I going to?” “My home.” “Your home?” “Our home.” He corrected, he brought out a cigar which he lit, “It’s on an island. I need you to be there until I get a few things sorted out.” The tears that brimmed up in her eyes started to fall, “I want to see my mom.” “No.” He said. She ignored his words and tried to walk past him, when he grabbed a hold of her arm and pulled her backwards, she almost bucked against his chest which made her shriek, “What the— “Look.”

Chapter 7-Stuck in an island(2) She woke up from her slumber in a weakened state, her tummy rumbled as she looked out the window when she realized it was evening already. The view of the waterfront didn’t fascinate her in any shape or form, neither did she care to assimilate to the decor of her new home. Maximof’s body was barely rotting six feet underground and she was already married to his brother. Her mother’s words about protection, duty and loyalty trudged through my mind which created a wrangled mess as she tried to rise to her feet. Just then the door opened and she couldn’t help but jolt sharply. She was musty, still clad in her dress from when she was married and in dire need of a shower. Whoever had opened the door was for sure taking their sweet time to come in, the lights were off so she couldn’t make it who it was. It finally turned on and a man was standing a few inches away from her. He wasn’t tall, neither short, very average lookin frumpy brown h

Chapter 9-My husband is a bastard(2) Why? He wanted to come with her. He was the same man who hurled profanities and how she was useless to his cause just yesterday, now he wanted to come shopping with her. There was a plethora of reasons as to why Vincent would want to come. Still she just rested on the question—Why?? She finally stepped out of the mansion since her time being her. It was a beautiful home, despite being owned by a man of uncanny and questionable qualities. She had no time to gawk at her surroundings, as Vincent appeared from behind her moments later. He’d changed into a simple slacks and a folded shirt. He looked good, a somewhat striking resemblance to Maximof almost took her aback. She couldn’t help but gasp, Frank Morano had to sons—dashing, with the same kind of signature Morano black hair and dark brown eyes. They both looked like their father , in different ways but still strikingly similar nontheless. Maximof was gentle,