Semua Bab The Rossi Brothers I — Luciano : Bab 91 - Bab 100

Luciano. There was nothing but silence in the car. The ride back to the house felt heavy and quiet; I hadn’t gotten anything from her, but I knew she had found out from the look on her face. She looked so pale and was barely breathing. All I wanted was to pull her into my arms and tell her everything would be fine. But would it be fine? I couldn’t see how finding out that your father was a man who watched a woman get raped and killed, and also murdered her father, could ever be fine. She had no part in this—I knew that—but she was still his child, and she needed to know the truth. I stared at the sky through the window. My time in Pedro’s mansion was gut-wrenching. I wanted to pick up the nearest object and drop it on his head. He was a pompous man who thought he had everything under control, but he was wrong; his downfall was coming soon. The car pulled up outside the house, and I waited while Mariana sat still, not attempting to get out. She had her right hand clenched on her la

Mariana. I stayed seated in the car, watching as he walked into the house without looking back. He was right, though; I shouldn’t use our marriage to defend this. I’ve always known he didn’t marry me because he loved me. There was always something more to it—something that made my father agree to this so easily. He was ready to give me up to save his own skin. He was willing to send his daughter to the den of vipers just to keep his secret safe. I let out a bitter laugh. This was the same man I’d called my best dad, the same man I thought would do anything to protect us. But I guess I was wrong. The silence in the car grew loud, and the only sound I could hear was my own breathing. A whirlwind of thoughts rushed through my mind. I could run away from this—run away from him and my father. I could leave and pretend nothing happened, but could I really do that? Could I leave the man I fell for so deeply just because I didn’t want him to be the one to kill my father? I let out a tir

Mariana. I think I forgot how to breathe when I heard that. My body went still; I thought I was hearing things. Yes, maybe Luciano wanted to say hate but used the ‘L’ word instead. I had been waiting for him to tell me those words since things changed between us, but I didn’t expect him to say that now—not after finding out what my father had done to his family. How could he say something like that to me while knowing who I was? “You… don’t mean that,” I whispered when I finally found the right moment to start breathing again. His arm left my waist, and he rolled me onto my back, hovering above me, staring at me with hooded eyes. “I do. I’ve always known I was in trouble when I saw you for the first time at our initial meeting. I’ve always felt something for you, but this just tops it.” “I wasn’t sure about my feelings. All this while, I thought what I felt toward you was hate, but this isn’t hate, Mariana. There is this sudden protectiveness inside my chest every time I look at

Mariana. Everything felt right at this moment. Luciano and I were lying on my bed, with me resting on his chest while his arm was securely wrapped around my waist. Even after the orgasm I had just experienced, I couldn’t seem to relax. The thoughts that had temporarily faded were now haunting me again, trying to distract me. I couldn’t shake the concern that I was leaving my sister in a dangerous situation; I didn’t think she was safe in that house. What if he discovered that I knew about his actions and used Emilia to hurt me instead? I wouldn’t want that to happen. I had to bring Lia here. “What are you thinking about?” Luciano’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. “Nothing,” I lied, fully aware he wouldn’t believe me. Luciano knew me too well to be fooled. “Are you going to tell me the truth, or do you want to keep lying?” he asked calmly. I let out a sigh. “Us,” I answered. It wasn’t exactly the truth, but it was what was on my mind. “What about us?” “Do you see us hav

Mariana. I whimpered, and someone tapped my shoulder repeatedly. I ignored the persistent tapping as I continued to whimper. I wanted to escape the dream; I wanted to stop, but I couldn't. Not even the continuous tapping on my shoulder could pull me out of it. “Butterfly,” a voice called. “You have to wake up, Mariana,” the same voice urged. I squirmed and finally woke up with a gasp, staring at the ceiling in the dark room. Blinking, I burst into tears. No, it couldn't be real. This must be what my imagination was trying to tell me. Oh God, I couldn't believe this. “Mariana.” I turned and saw Luciano sitting on the bed, watching me as I soaked his chest with my tears. “Are you alright?” he asked, and I shook my head. I was not fine at all. I didn’t think I would ever be fine after retrieving my memories. “Why?” I asked, bursting into tears again. He didn't say anything but wrapped his arm around me, pulling me onto his lap while my head rested against his chest. “He always s