All Chapters of Wedcuffed: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

Sarah’s POVAlessandro stared at me like the air had been ripped from his lungs."He raped you?" he said, barely above a whisper. His voice cracked like something inside him had fractured."Why didn’t you tell me, Sarah?"My hands trembled in my lap. “Because by the time you came into my life,” I whispered, “I was already crawling out of hell. I didn’t want you to see the ashes on me.”He flinched. His breathing faltered, as if the burden of my suffering was choking him. “I was wed to a man who treated my body as If I was an object,” I conveyed, each word laden with bitterness, quaking, quaking as if my body still recalled every single night“He didn’t make love to me. He conquered me. Pinned me down like an enemy and destroyed my self esteem. Called me wh*re with every breath, with every occasion he got. When he was done, he’d get up like I was dirt and go to her. Jessica.”Alessandro’s fists clenched at his sides, veins bulging white against skin. His jaw locked. The anguish in his e

Alessandro POVI walked outside into the cool air, the weight of the night sticking to me like moist concrete. My jaw throbbed from the strain of clenching it tightly, but I accepted the ache.I require it now.I walked to my car, each step deliberate, precise.My pulse was steady now, not calm, but controlled.The fury didn’t vanish. I just chose where to put it.And I would place it exactly where it would hurt Adrian the most.Sliding into the driver’s seat, I pulled out my phone. Not the one I used for business. Not the one Sarah knew about.The other one, the one with numbers, I only used when the law wasn’t fast enough and morality wasn’t required.I scrolled to a name I hadn’t called in a long time.Lorenzo Moretti.A man from my family’s old networks in Italy. A ghost who now worked out of New York, buried deep in the city’s underbelly, moving in shadows most people pretended didn’t exist.I hit the call.The line clicked once.“Alessandro,” he said casually, as though he had

Sarah’s POVThe Morning AfterI didn’t really sleep.She spoke hardly at all, just sat beside me, her arms encircling my shoulders while I shook incessantly. She gently whispered kind phrases into my hair, like “you’re protected now” and “he can’t hurt you any longer.”But those words… they seemed like tissue paper attempting to contain a deluge. The morning arrived gradually.The dim light filtered into the edges of the apartment, gently touching walls that had borne too much. The sole noise came from Gabriel softly murmuring in his crib. That soft, innocent sound somehow reached through the fog in my chest.He was the reason I moved.It was almost eight when someone knocked. Ester unlocked the door, and I caught Alessandro’s voice, deep, calm, and known. The type of voice that made everything seem a bit more stable, as if the world wasn’t entirely crumbling. Upon entering, he didn’t inquire about my well-being. There was no need for him to do so.“Ester,” he spoke gently, “You need

Alessandro’s POVI didn’t leave Sarah’s side until I was certain she was asleep, her breathing deep and steady, her body finally surrendering to rest. I stayed long enough to memorise the way peace slowly crept back into her face. It wasn’t full peace, not yet. But it was enough for now.I quietly exited the room, checked that Gabriel was still asleep in his crib, and grabbed my phone. My fingers moved confidently as I dialled.“Riccardo,” I said as soon as the call connected. “I need two men stationed full-time at Sarah’s building. Rotating shifts, 24/7. I want them visible, but I also want another man in plain clothes inside the building at all times. Discreet. Report directly to me.”“Yes, sir,” Riccardo replied instantly.“And send someone trustworthy as house staff. Sarah shouldn’t have to lift a finger right now. And Gabriel, he needs to be cared for when she’s resting.”“Consider it done.”I hung up. There was no room for mistakes. No delays.Adrian had crossed the last line.I

Alessandro’s POV The confession. The words. The filth.I played the recording back as I stood in the silence of my car, the engine humming low beneath me."She moaned beneath me… I couldn’t stop… I don’t regret it… she belongs to me… Gabriel is mine.”His voice. His depravity. His lack of remorse.I wasn’t just going to destroy Adrian privately. No. I was going to obliterate him publicly.I forwarded the recording to my lawyer. His instructions were clear: build the case, leak the right parts to the right people when I say, and ensure Adrian Rossi’s name rots before he even reaches the courtroom.Public disgrace.Professional exile.Legal damnation.But that would take time. And I wasn’t a patient man.I returned to the estate that night, my fury cold and sharpened now, no longer chaotic. I walked into the basement, Riccardo trailing behind me. “Bring the tools,” I said quietly. Riccardo paused. He knew. He simply nodded and left.Adrian, still chained, still bleeding, smirked w