All Chapters of The Rossi Brothers I — Luciano : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Chapter Eleven

Mariana. I stared at the man in shock, unable to help but notice his impressive figure. He looked different from the last time I had seen him at that club. How could I say he looked different when I only saw his face before? I couldn’t stop staring; he was so handsome and so brave to be here. “And who the hell are you?” the man holding me demanded. “Nobody,” Mr. Sea Blue Eyes replied. “Good thing you know your place. Why don’t you run off while I finish my work here?” Mr. Sea Blue Eyes remained silent. He glanced at the man holding my hand, then back to me. “Let her go,” he ordered. His voice was calm, yet I could still sense the authority in it. “What—” The words barely escaped his mouth before Mr. Sea Blue Eyes stepped forward and tackled him to the ground. I watched in disbelief, my eyes widening as the man stopped moving. Did he just… kill him? “He isn’t dead… yet,” he said, as if reading my thoughts. “What is a pretty lady like you doing out here all alone so late

Chapter Twelve

Mariana. TWO WEEKS LATER. Today, I was getting engaged to Lorenzo. By the end of this week, we would be married. I was about to become someone’s wife, even though I didn’t want that. My hands felt sweaty as I stared at myself in the mirror. I looked beautiful, but other than that, I didn’t see anything beautiful about today. Emilia had been beside me the whole night, assuring me she knew exactly what she would do if he dared to hurt me. I felt a bit of comfort knowing she was there; I had no one else by my side. My father had gone all out to ensure this was the grandest engagement party ever. Although it was just for close family and friends, he wanted it to be spectacular—the best for his first daughter, as he always said. I rubbed my sweaty palms on my dress again and let out a breath. I hadn’t been able to eat or drink anything this morning, and if it hadn’t been for Emilia, who forced a bottle of juice into my hand, I wouldn’t have had anything at all. “Don’t worry, he won

Chapter Thirteen

Mariana. “What do you think about this one?” I snapped out of my thoughts and blinked, looking around to gather my bearings. Right, Julia and Emilia thought it would be good for me to get some sunshine instead of staying cooped up in my room, so I was dragged out to shop for my supposed wedding dress. Father hired an event planner and my personal shopper, even after I told him I really didn’t need any of that. He insisted he wanted me to have the best wedding, even if it was just for show. “Are you paying attention, Mari?” Emilia snapped, dropping the dress in her hand and walking toward me. I let out a sigh and leaned back on the couch I was sitting on. “I’m here. What did you say?” I asked, staring at her apologetically. I hadn’t been paying attention like she wanted; my mind was racing everywhere. I was getting married in three days, and the weeks flew by so quickly that I barely had time to process it. She stared at me for a moment before raising the dress and holding it

Chapter Fourteen

Mariana. I felt someone tapping me on my shoulder—softly at first, and then harder. Who the hell was it? I was trying to get a good night’s sleep after tossing and turning in bed last night, and now someone was trying to ruin it. “You need to wake up, Mariana,” a voice that sounded like Julia’s said, and I groaned. “It’s your wedding day, Mari. Wake up.” That alone was enough to rouse me from sleep. I sat up in bed, the remnants of sleep fading as I looked around my room. Everything was in place, and the makeup artist and hairstylist were already here. It was true. All those things weren’t a dream. I was getting married today to Luciano. “We don’t have all the time in the world, Mariana. Get your ass out of that bed and go take your bath.” I barely registered anything else she said after that. Julia ushered me into the bathroom, and as I stood under the shower, the reality dawned on me. This was it—the day I had been dreading for a month. After today, I would no longer be Marian

Chapter Fifteen

Mariana. I finally felt able to breathe again with just Emilia and me in the room. She wrapped her arm around me. “I don’t know why Father has suddenly decided that you should marry him, but you should know that I will always be here for you. I won’t hesitate to hurt him if he dares to make you cry.” My eyes watered as I leaned against her. “You know he wouldn’t be that easy to hurt, right? And you’re so small compared to him,” I sighed, and she scoffed. My little fierce sister. She was the complete opposite of me, and I loved her for it. “I may be small, but that wouldn’t stop me. You know what they say: never underestimate the size,” she said, making me laugh. “I will do anything just to make you happy.” She rested her head on my shoulder. We stayed like that for a while. This moment with my sister was all I needed to regain my courage. I was doing this for them. “Are you ready to marry the bastard?” she asked teasingly, and I rolled my eyes. “I am.” “Go get Julia and tel

Chapter Sixteen

Mariana. No one said anything as he walked toward me, and I couldn’t look away either. He got closer, and that’s when I felt someone holding my hand. I looked away from Luciano and scowled when I saw who it was. Where was he when the shooting started? He couldn’t even protect his fiancée. “What is the meaning of this?” I heard my father ask, breaking the silence in the room. Luciano didn’t stop looking at me; his eyes bored into mine as if he was luring me in. I stood there silent, watching what was going on. The air in the room was so tense that everyone already had their guns drawn, pointing them at each other. When I prayed for this marriage not to happen, I didn’t pray for the whole event to turn into a gunfight. I do not want to die today. “Good day once again to everyone,” he greeted with a grin, as if he were meeting friends after a long time. What was going on? “What is the meaning of this?” My father asked again, moving forward with two guards beside him, guns aimed at

Chapter Seventeen

Mariana. I kept trying to understand what he meant by that. “Welcome to your hell, butterfly.” His voice sounded so cold and empty as he said that, yet I still couldn't grasp what he meant. I stood beside the church, watching him and my father converse, both of them radiating so much rage. I couldn't hear their words, but I could tell they were furious about something. “I didn’t think things would turn out this way,” Emilia said beside me, pulling my attention away from them. “I didn't want you to marry Lorenzo, but I didn't wish for his death. And now, you're married to someone we do not know.” I doubted that. Father wouldn’t have allowed me to marry him if he hadn’t known him. After a while, they moved apart, and I stood up straight, watching them walk toward us. “Mariana,” Father called as he stepped forward. “I know everything happened in a rush, but I would like to formally introduce you to Luciano Rossi,” he said. I looked from him to my husband, who wasn’t looking a

Chapter Eighteen

Mariana. I blinked as I stared at him, wondering where he was going with this. What was so easy, and why was he sounding mean all of a sudden? I looked around the space again to distract myself. The room was made mostly of glass, with a ceiling that opened above the living room. A staircase led up to the second floor, and there was a door that I assumed led to the kitchen. “I know you must be thinking I am a savior, the one who came to rescue you when you needed help,” he paused, and I blinked. That’s exactly what he was. He was the one who came in today and stopped me from marrying Lorenzo. “But I want you to know this, sweetheart: I’m not a hero. At least, not in your story. I am not, and you shouldn’t see me as one.” Where was this going? “There are things you should know now that we are married. I don’t have any time for any nonsense, so I’m going straight to the point. I don’t do romance, so don’t look at me with those eyes. Romance is not my forte, and it won’t ever be.”

Chapter Nineteen

Mariana. I grabbed my phone and quickly called Emilia, as I had promised to do as soon as I arrived. The phone had barely rung when she picked up. “Mari, I was waiting for your call,” she said, and I smiled. “I’m fine, as you can see.” I signed, then placed the phone where she could see me. “I know, but I was still scared,” she admitted, and I understood why. She had just seen her sister getting married to a man she barely knew. “I will be fine, baby girl. Don’t worry about me,” I signed, and she let out a sigh. “I know.” I let out a tired yawn. “I should let you sleep, but don’t forget to call me in the morning,” she said, and I nodded. I could do that. I hung up and tossed the phone onto the bedside table. I stared at the ceiling and let out a breath; I felt refreshed and relaxed, but I couldn’t sleep. I still couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that my new husband, the man who had walked into the cathedral to save me from marrying someone else, could say those things to m

Chapter Twenty

Luciano. I couldn’t sleep last night, so I went out to meet with them. I had to tell them what I had done and what I was planning to do. I know it sounds strange to talk to two gravestones, but it has been the one thing that helps take my mind off things lately. It’s like my own personal therapy, one that works better than that of a doctor. I woke up early this morning; the maid wasn’t back yet, and the house was quiet. After taking a bath, I stepped out of my room. As I walked past her room, I couldn’t help but check on her. Her door was unlocked, which was unlike her. She was asleep, lying on her back, her hair sprawled over the pillow, her chest rising and falling perfectly. She looked so relaxed, so soft, and so innocent compared to what I was about to do to her. She’s pretty—the prettiest woman I have ever seen. I won’t lie; I have had this strong urge to be with her since I first saw her in that file. I have wondered what it would be like to have her begging beneath me as

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