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

Luciano. I looked at her to ensure she was listening and continued when I saw that she was. Her eyes were filled with nothing but anger as they stared into mine, glistening with unshed tears that told me she was about to cry. Pathetic. I hadn’t even done much, yet she was acting this way. I was wrong to think she was strong and different from her father; they were the same. Weak. She possessed none of the qualities I would ever want in a wife—if I even wanted one in the first place. “You could go about…” I paused and glanced at her hand, grunting when I saw the ring sitting on her finger. “I have no idea what you ladies talk about, but I want you to make them jealous.” A snort escaped her when I said that. “You can mention how happy you are about the wedding dress and whatever shit you’re buying. Look happy, but not too happy.” It would look suspicious if she acted overjoyed about a marriage arranged by her father. “You know what will happen if you act otherwise, butterfly.” Th

Maria. Emilia walked over and stood beside me. We both stared at ourselves in the mirror, and I couldn’t help but compliment my younger sister; she looked beautiful in her wine-colored dress with spaghetti straps. Her hair was braided and swept to the side, and the tiny flower in her hair made her even prettier. She looked so grown-up; at times I forget she’s no longer the little girl I raised. “You both look so beautiful.” I blinked, wondering if I was hearing things. Slowly, I looked up to see my father towering over us. Even with my heels on, he was still taller than me. I hadn’t noticed he was in the room—that shows how absentminded I have become. I didn’t look him in the eye, even though I wanted to; I still wanted him to know I was mad at him. We had barely spoken since he broke the news to me. I wanted him to feel guilty for pushing me into marrying a murderer, but now, reflecting on it, I didn’t think it was working. All my life, he had been the one person I could run

Maria. Everyone cheered as we walked out of the cathedral. A car was already parked in front of it. Luciano and I stepped inside, and I tried not to let the anger show on my face as we rode toward the venue. Luciano didn’t pay me any mind; throughout the ride, he was focused on his phone. He only stopped typing whatever he was doing when we arrived at the reception venue. He stepped out of the car and begrudgingly waited for me. I knew he wouldn’t have waited if there weren’t other people around. He helped me out, and as soon as I was out, I looked around searching for my sister. They weren’t outside, and as we walked toward the hall, I hated how he had his hand on my back. His hand remained at the small of my back as we walked inside. The place was filled with people just like the cathedral; it felt like everyone from there had teleported to this venue. Luciano didn’t let me rest or get something to eat; he pulled me around introducing me to everyone he could find. I was introdu

Luciano. The entire wedding was a hassle. I had to keep my expression neutral to avoid showing any sign of disgust at Pedro or his daughter. Thankfully, the wedding went smoothly, and everything turned out perfectly. The only thing I wished to avoid was staying under the same roof with her. But like everything else that came with this marriage, that was impossible. Newly married couples are expected to live together for the duration of their marriage. They shouldn’t be apart for long, as being separated for more than forty-eight hours raises suspicions among anyone observing our marriage. “Happy married life, brother.” I paused on the stairs as I glanced at Adriano, who was leaning against the railing. “It’s late. Shouldn’t you be at one of those parties of yours?” I asked, taking the stairs down without bothering to check if he was following me. I needed a drink—a strong one that could help me fall asleep. I entered the kitchen and grabbed a glass before stepping outside to mee

Maria. I stood in the middle of the kitchen, conflicted about what to do. Should I go after him? I was clearly hungry and needed to eat, but I couldn’t bring myself to share a meal with Luciano. I didn’t think I would be able to take a bite of anything while staring at his face. I searched the cupboards as he suggested and quickly found what I was looking for: a warm cup of tea. The first sip felt soothing to my throat. For the first time in weeks, it didn’t feel dry and scratchy. While I contemplated my next move and sipped my tea, Elena walked into the kitchen. She was focused on something she held in her hand, but she paused when she noticed me. Her eyes widened slightly. “Mrs. Rossi, what are you doing here?” she asked, folding the paper and placing it in her pocket. I grabbed my book and wrote in it before showing it to her. “I’m having a cup of tea. Am I not supposed to have tea in here?” I wondered. I had just seen my husband drinking coffee without being questioned, so I