All Chapters of The Rossi Brothers I — Luciano : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Mariana. I have never felt as happy as I do now after discovering that my husband was in love with me. Luciano spent most of his days at home, getting things done from there, and he wouldn’t leave unless it was important. Recently, I noticed he has been avoiding calls from his brother. He wouldn’t pick up when I was around and would leave if the calls kept coming in. I didn’t know what was going on, but I could tell there was something wrong. I have seen more men patrolling around the house—men who were armed with guns, and they all looked scary. Luciano wouldn’t tell me what was going on no matter how many times I asked, and it was starting to drive me crazy. I knew there was something wrong, but he was keeping me in the dark as if I were a child. I wasn't a child. Call it instinct or whatever, but I could sense when something bad was about to happen. I had this kind of intuition with my father, and to this day, I still haven’t been able to find out anything. I let out a sigh as I

Mariana. All I wanted was his help, all I wanted was for him to help me get what was in that information. All I wanted was to know what my father had been hiding for years now, all I wanted was to find out if my father had been a good guy or not. I never thought I was going to find out about this, I never thought this would be related to my husband even though his name was in there. I couldn’t believe my father was actually the bad man he was talking about the other day. I stared at him in shock, blinking. Waiting for him to tell me he was joking but I know he wasn’t. No one would joke with something like this. No one would accuse another man of murder without having evidence about it. “It’s….that isn’t true,” I whispered still unable to believe it. “It’s the truth, butterfly. I wouldn’t lie about something like this.” I know that. I believe him. There’s no way he would make something like this up but at the same time, I still couldn’t believe it. Yes, I have been suspicious a

Luciano. Recalling those memories was a nightmare, but I had to share them with her. It was torture for both of us. I knew this wasn’t what she was expecting, but it was the reality we faced. I had never planned on telling her about it—no, scratch that, I never intended to reveal it at all. But then she received that text from her sister. I couldn’t help but wonder how her sister managed to obtain it when I couldn’t. I feared she would hate me for what I had to say. I thought she would pull away and view me as the monster instead of her father, but she did the exact opposite. She showed me just how angelic she was—beautiful both inside and out. “Where did you get the message from?” I asked, even though I already knew. I wanted to hear it from her. She sighed and squeezed my hand tightly, causing me to look down at our entwined fingers. When I reached out for her hand earlier, I hadn’t expected her to take it, but once again, I was reminded of how amazing my wife was. “My siste

Mariana. I blinked at him, waiting for him to back away and realize that I didn’t want him to come with me, but he wasn’t doing any of that. Luciano was as stubborn as a mule and wasn’t going to back down until I told him what he wanted to hear. I looked past him and went ahead to grab my phone from the bed, typing a quick message. “I am going to get my sister and go shopping,” I showed the phone to him, and he quickly read it before nodding. I had thought he wouldn’t want to go out with me anymore since he found out where I was headed, but I was wrong. “I am still coming with you,” he said. “Why?” “Because you aren’t fine, and you need someone beside you to help you with things.” “I have my sister and Thomas with me to do that,” I replied, and his frown deepened. “Your sister wouldn’t be able to rush you to the hospital if anything happened to you.” “What about Thomas? He would definitely help me get to the hospital.” He seemed to get angry after reading that and took a st

Mariana. We stood there, hugging each other and trying to console one another, hoping this wasn’t true. But we both knew it was. Our father’s signature was on the document, and their names were listed there. Not to mention, he had locked them up in his room. “Why?” “How could he do such a thing?” I hadn't told her about his friendship with Luciano’s parents, and I didn’t want to bring it up now. “We should go downstairs,” I signed as we pulled away from the hug. She nodded and walked out of the room, her shoulders slumped. I didn’t mean to drag her into this, but she had the right to know. I followed her but paused at my mother’s room to return the key. Just as I was about to leave, something else in the note caught my attention. A white piece of paper appeared to be glued to the book. It was written in black ink, but the letters were fading. Still, I could make it out. ‘He should pay for what he has done, and I’m going to make that happen.’ Beneath the note was my mother’s name