All Chapters of The Rossi Brothers I — Luciano : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Mariana. The whole place was dark, and there was something at the edge calling to me. I tried walking toward the bright light, but it felt like my feet were stuck to the ground. I looked down and screamed in horror when I saw nothing but blood. "Help me!" I wanted to shout out, but my voice wouldn’t come. It was muffled by someone’s hand over my mouth. I fought, but nothing helped. No words came out, and slowly, my eyelids became heavy. “Sleep now, little girl. Everything will be fine.” And then I was out. --- “Mari, Mariana, you have to wake up.” I could feel someone tapping softly on my shoulder, but I couldn’t make out who it was. I grumbled and tried to push the person away, but I couldn’t. “Mariana!” My eyes snapped open, instantly connecting with her familiar gaze. I frowned and slowly sat up. It wasn’t surprising to see Emilia in my room, but it was surprising to see her here at this hour. I checked the time and was amazed to find it was past midnight. What happened?

Mariana. This morning has been slow, but I took my time to spend the day in the garden. A smile graced my lips as I watered the flowers; this has become one of my favorite pastimes. My head snapped up when I heard a quiet giggle from the other side of the garden. My smile brightened as I saw my sister running around, trying to catch a butterfly. I waved my hand to catch her attention before signing, “You know it won’t stay if you keep pursuing it.” She frowned and looked at the butterfly that kept flying away. “But I want one,” she said, pouting her lips. She looked like a child—a cute one, to be precise. “Then stay still and wait. It will perch on a flower soon,” I told her. She stared at the flowers skeptically before walking over to me. She sat on the small bench beside me and rested her head on my shoulder. “I hope I can catch it soon.” “You will.” I went back to tending the flowers, and soon, I heard a low gasp from her. “Look at it, Mari!” she happily tapped my shoulder.

Luciano. There’s a sweet feeling about owning the room, being in power and control. My finger tapped against the chair repeatedly; I had been doing that for a while now to ease my nerves, yet it didn’t help. I could feel the rage burning beneath my skin as I stared at the man sitting in front of me. I had been sitting in his office for what felt like an eternity, and neither of us had said anything of real importance. He wasn’t ready to cooperate—yet. I knew he would, as soon as he realized what we had against him. “What do you want, Rossi?” he asked with a growl. That air of arrogance surrounding him was infuriating. It took everything in me not to snap and just kill him right there. He had been acting this way since he rushed into his office to find me already sitting there. It almost pleased me to see him so ruffled. “I’ll make this short and simple so you can understand, Pedro. We’ve been going around in circles for far too long, and now, I think it’s time for us to come to an

Mariana. It took me quite some time to process what my father had just said. I stared at him in disbelief before slowly shifting my gaze to the man sitting at the table. He hadn’t said or done anything since Father dropped that bombshell, and I wasn't sure why I was eager to hear him speak. I waited, hoping they would tell me this was a prank; that they only said this to see my reaction. But nothing came. My father looked tense, and I noticed how his gaze nervously moved to the man I now knew as Luciano. “Is this a prank, Father?” I signed, refusing to take my eyes off him. If this was a joke, it was one of the most expensive ones he had ever pulled on me, and I did not find it amusing. “I’m not joking, cariño. Luciano here will be your husband; he will be good for you.” Again, I felt drawn to him as if he were an irresistible magnet. His sea-blue eyes exuded dominance, and even though I hadn’t known him long, I could tell he was a dangerous man. “But... I don’t want to get marri

Mariana. It was late when Father returned from his trip, and I couldn’t sleep because I had been waiting for him all day. I needed answers, and he was the only one who could provide them. I stood up from the couch when he walked in, and just as he didn’t expect to see me, he stopped in his tracks. “Cariño, what are you doing awake at this time?” he asked as he walked toward me. “I was waiting for you.” He raised an eyebrow. “Why?” “I need to talk to you about this wedding, Father. I can’t go through with it.” He frowned. “There’s no way out of this, cariño. The only way to save your family, to keep your sister from getting hurt, is by marrying him,” he explained. “Why? Why would he want to hurt us? What did we do to him, Father?” I asked. I didn’t need someone to tell me that Luciano hated us—he especially hated Father. “That is something that shouldn’t concern you. I’m working on it, but for now, you have to play along. You will get married to him without any questions. Is t