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2026-08-05 17:42:00
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The Wrong Bernardi present in the wrong place
I slipped my phone into my bag.Fifteen minutes later, the salon door opened again.Gracie Marie walked in like a perfume ad that had managed to step out of the screen.The scent of gardenia arrived before she did, soft and expensive, followed by blonde hair falling perfectly over her shoulders, glowing skin, small sunglasses perched on her head, and a smile far too happy for a Monday. She wore a pale blue dress that looked simple from a distance, until you saw the cut and realized it had probably been sewn by someone who had once made fabric cry with pride.“Maya,” she said brightly. “I’m so sorry I’m late.”“Fifteen minutes in bridal time still counts as early civilization.”Gracie laughed as she took off her sunglasses. “I brought a coffee peace offering.”An assistant behind her handed over a tray with two iced coffees and a small box from a French bakery.I took one of the coffees. “I’ll judge your good intentions after I see whether there’s an almond croissant.”“There is.”“You
The Wrong Bernardi a study in loneliness and pistachio
Rhysand walked down the stone path. I stood in the doorway, not because I wanted to watch him leave. I was only making sure the intruder actually cleared the perimeter. It was a security measure. Very professional.The sound of little feet running came from behind me.“Aiden, don’t run.”He darted past me before I finished the last word, then stopped in front of the side glass door overlooking the walkway. Both palms pressed against the glass.“Uncle Car!”Rhysand turned. Aiden waved both hands over his head, his entire body moving with them.Rhysand raised one hand. The red T-Rex bandage was clearly visible on his arm.Aiden smiled so wide his cheeks pushed his eyes almost closed.Rhysand started walking again.No security followed him. No car waited for him. Just a man in a black T-shirt and a dinosaur bandage walking home past a row of expensive coastal houses.I stood a few steps behind Aiden. Elma stopped in the dining room doorway, carrying a plate of pastries. She looked at me,
The Wrong Bernardi a place anger couldn’t reach
I didn’t answer. The statement should have been reassuring. Instead, my body waited for the word that came after it.“But you also can’t expect me to forget what I just saw.”Behind the door, Aiden shouted that the round pastry couldn’t be divided because its shape would lose its dignity.I kept my expression flat. “You saw breakfast.”“I heard him laugh.”Three words.Spoken quietly.Not like an argument.More like a fact that had changed something.Rhysand looked toward the gap in the door, though Aiden wasn’t visible from where he stood.“I know he keeps his strawberries separate from his pancakes. Eggs can’t touch anything else. He frowns before he lies, changes the rules when he’s about to lose, and believes objects have feelings whenever it helps his argument.”“Congratulations. You can write a preschool report.”“I fixed his car.”“With my tweezers.”“He hugged me.”I swallowed my breath before it could show.Rhysand looked at the bandage on his arm. His thumb touched the edge
The Wrong Bernardi no italian men without reservations.
Just one name.Five letters that changed the temperature of the room faster than my home’s air-conditioning.Rhysand looked at the screen.I looked at the T-Rex bandage on his arm.Aiden was still crouched beside the graphite car, spinning one of its wheels with his finger.The phone rang again.Rhysand picked it up. “I have to take this.”Of course.He walked to the glass terrace door, opened it, then stepped outside. The door closed softly behind him, separating the conversation from the living room.Not completely.Enough.I picked up one of the cushions from the floor and returned it to the couch. Important work. Extremely urgent. The world might collapse if the cream cushion wasn’t sitting at a forty-five-degree angle.Behind the glass, Rhysand stood facing the ocean.One hand held the phone to his ear. The other slipped into his pocket. The wind moved his hair slightly.His face changed.Not dramatically.That was Rhysand’s particular skill.The man who had been sitting on the f
The Wrong Bernardi the life upstairs
I came back with the tweezers.Rhysand was still crouched on the floor, the graphite car upside down in one hand. Aiden stood right beside him with both hands pressed to his cheeks, his expression tense like we were performing a heart transplant without anesthesia, medical clearance, or a sufficiently responsible adult.“Hurry, Mami,” he said. “It’s losing power.”“It has carpet fibers stuck in it. It’s not heading toward the light.”“We don’t know that yet.”I handed the tweezers to Rhysand. “Car doctor.”“Thank you, nurse.”I stared at him flatly. “I own the hospital. Say the wrong thing again and I’ll revoke your license.”The corner of his mouth moved, but he lowered his gaze to the car before I could regret the fact that the red T-Rex bandage on his arm made him look more attractive instead of more ridiculous. It was an insult to science.Rhysand slowly turned the front wheel. His fingertips held the axle steady, then the tweezers slipped into the narrow gap between the wheel and
The Wrong Bernardi the choice i made for him
Rhysand looked toward Aiden again.The living room suddenly felt smaller. Morning light touched the hardwood floor. The bakery box was still open on the dining table. One strawberry had fallen near the leg of a chair, and syrup clung to the edge of a napkin. My life in its natural state, slightly messy, too warm, and never asking to be examined by him.“It’s going to be difficult,” he said, “to pretend I don’t want a place in it.”I tightened my grip on the handle of the first-aid kit, not because I was angry, because anger would’ve been so much easier. Anger had shape. It had words. It could be thrown like a plate as long as the person was rich enough to replace it. This had nothing except Rhysand sitting on the floor, adjusting the steering on a toy car, letting Aiden put a T-Rex bandage on his arm, then standing in my living room like he had just discovered a life he’d never known he was supposed to miss.I set the first-aid kit on the console. “Learn to pretend.”His jaw tightened
The Wrong Bernardi Bad Reputation, Better Smile
Ricky took my hand and led me through the crowd. A few guests turned to look. Someone called my name. My aunt from Cartagena waved far too enthusiastically.I ignored her.Then I saw Rhysand Bernadi.And the most annoying thing was that Ricky had not been exaggerating.The man stood at the edge of
The Wrong Bernardi Dawn Found Me Guilty
Morning arrived far too politely for something that should have come in carrying a fire extinguisher.I woke before the sun was fully up, with pale light slipping through the gap in Rhysand’s suite curtains and falling over my skin like an accusation.For a few seconds, I didn’t move.There were ge
The Wrong Bernardi Bad Boy Kiss Better
He picked up his whiskey and took a small sip. It’s too easy. Too controlled. I wanted to disturb him. I wanted to make him lose his flat fucking face. I wanted something tonight to be messy, unmanaged, not wrapped in family and money and shame.“I’m not a good man, Maya,” he said quietly.“I know.
The Wrong Bernardi Safe Choice
HawaiiI knew something was going to go wrong the moment Mama started crying when she saw me coming down the stairs.Mama cried like she had just watched her baby being delivered to a royal sacrificial altar, when in reality her baby was wearing a white silk dress with a low-cut back, my great-gran
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