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Ch 42

RueAlessandro Vanilli is not in love with me. That’s absolutely impossible.It is. It has to be.There’s no way he’s in love with me.I glance at Claire. She must be delusional. She doesn’t know what she’s saying.I chew on my bottom lip, trying to shove the thought away, bury it somewhere deep. I don’t want to entertain the idea of Alessandro having feelings for me, not even a little. Because I know it’s impossible. Absolutely, undeniably impossible. And I’m not about to raise my hopes for nothing.“Your father reached out,” Claire says, flipping through the mail scattered across her desk.Why people still send physical letters in this digital age is beyond me.“Oh. . .” I finally react, blinking.She looks up, her eyes meeting mine. “Why are you surprised?”“It’s nothing,” I say quickly.Aside from the fact that my father has never once tried to contact me since Alessandro took me in as his pet, there really isn’t any other reason to be shocked. He had erased me from his life so th

CH 43

Alessandro’s POV Luka bursts through the door, striding into the office ahead of me. My heart races, pounding with a mix of fury and anticipation as I follow him inside. I step into his domain, where my father lifts his gaze from a mountain of papers, a hint of surprise flickering in his eyes. “To what do I owe this unexpected visit?” he asks, arching his back with feigned nonchalance. “Good evening,” I reply, brushing aside his mind games. “Evening, son. How are you feeling?” “Annoyed,” I snap, ready to dive into the storm brewing between us. “Huh? Why?” He asks, I know he's waiting for me to bring up the topic, so I drag out the tension. “I want Celeste gone,” “Why?” He asks, He narrows his eyes on me, and I straighten my spine. “She is of no use to me.” “Alessandro, she's not a toy. She's a gift.” “One I don't want anymore.” “You can't tell me you don't want her as a gift. Every man wants her.” He says, locking his fingers. “I think I am quite fine without her.

Ch 44

RueAlessandro had sex with Celeste.Alessandro had sex with Celeste.Wait! he fucked his mistress while I was lying in a hospital bed?My husband fucked another woman while I was unconscious?I turn to Claire, and from the way her nose scrunches and her lips part in shock, I can tell she’s just as stunned.“This can’t be true,” she says, shaking her head slowly.I want to believe her. But I don’t know what to believe anymore.“It’s not true,” she repeats, firmer this time, like she’s trying to convince herself.“It could be.”“No. I know Alessandro. He’s not the kind of man to. . .”Her words die in her throat as the devil himself walks in.Alessandro.Luka follows silently behind him.Alessandro walks toward me and hands me three things, a bouquet of fresh flowers, a teddy bear, and a box of chocolates.My head is pounding, but I reach for them anyway, holding them gently in my arms. I hate that I still admire the gesture.The teddy bear is soft and impossibly cute, almost identical

Ch 45

Rue’s POVHe doesn't respond to my question.“Luka, I am speaking to you,” I say to him,“Yes? He asks, playing dumb.“You heard my question, answer it.”He turns to me, “Mr Vanilli is an amazing man, and he cares for you deeply.”At that, I just let my eyes roll in their sockets. “That's not what I asked for,”He doesn't say a thing.Exhausted, I let the topic be.There's no reason to be bothered about it. Even if Alessandro decided to stick his dick into someone else, it wasn't meant to be any of my problem. It wasn't, I repeat to myself.I am well fed, well bred, and doing fine. I believe that's enough. He's a man, I shouldn't expect any better.“Help me up, I want to get to my room,” I demand,He immediately rushes to my side.With his help, I am able to gently walk up the stairs, and into my room.I met Alessandro there on a phone call. As soon as he sees me, he pauses.“Let me call you back,” he says into the phone,I look up to meet his face.“Are you alright?” He asks,He doe

Ch 46

Rue’s POV It’s two days until the wedding, two days before I see Alessandro again. In the week he’s been gone, it’s actually been… peaceful. Refreshing, even. The house has felt fun and lively. I’m not saying my husband is an evil man, but he carries this rigid, commanding energy everywhere he goes. Like joy isn’t allowed to breathe around him. “Stand still,” the dresser says. I obey, holding my breath as she yanks the zipper up, forcing my waist into the dress. I’m a size eight being shoved into a size six. The moment she is done, I clutch my stomach, struggling to inhale. “What do you think?” she asks. I glance at the mirror. Do I look snatched? Absolutely. Can I breathe? Hell no. “I can’t breathe.” “It’s a corset dress, darling. You’re not supposed to breathe properly.” “I think we should try a bigger size,” I insist. She presses a finger to her chin, pretending to consider it. “This already looks perfect on you. A bigger size would ruin the fit, don’t you think?” “

Ch 47

Rue’s POV“Stunning, right?” I say with a teasing smile, twirling just slightly so the fabric of my dress catches the light.He hesitates for a heartbeat, then closes his jaw and offers a small, polite smile. “You look lovely, ma’am.”Ma’am. That word lands a little too stiff, a little too distant. Sometimes, I wish he’d drop the formal tone—just for a moment. He’s the closest thing I have to a friend in this place. And yet… there’s always that invisible wall between us.Still, I nod, grateful for the compliment. “Thank you.”“You’re welcome,” he says with a slight incline of his head. “I just came to inform you that Ms. Claire asked me to check if you were ready.”I gesture to my dress with a soft smile. “As you can see, I am. But I’ll need another minute or two. Please let her know I’ll be out shortly.”“Sure thing,” he replies, then turns and walks away, his footsteps quiet against the floor.I exhale, the air catching slightly in my throat. Turning to one of the staff nearby, I as

Ch 48

RUE I wake slowly, the weight of sleep refusing to lift easily. My head throbs dully, a leftover reminder of yesterday’s exhaustion more than anything else. Sunlight filters through the sheer curtains, spilling across the room and catching the soft shimmer of my wedding dress hanging by the window. For a second, it looks almost surreal, like something from someone else’s life. I reach blindly for my phone on the nightstand, fingers fumbling with hope. Maybe he called. Maybe there’s a message. Maybe he cares enough to check in. But the screen is blank. No missed calls. No new texts. Nothing. A hollow feeling curls in my chest, and I stare at the phone longer than I should, like maybe if I just wait a little longer, his name will flash across the screen. It doesn’t. I force myself upright. There’s a dull ache pressing behind my eyes, the kind that says I didn’t rest enough but got too tired to fight it. It doesn’t matter. Today isn’t the kind of day that waits for anyone to feel

Ch 49

Rue’s Pov Claire and I step into the spa, and the world shifts. The scent of eucalyptus and lavender wraps around us like a soft blanket, calming in a way I didn’t realize I needed. Sunlight spills through tall windows, casting delicate, golden patterns across the polished marble floors. The quiet hum of instrumental music plays in the background, strings and soft piano, barely there, like a heartbeat beneath the silence. For the first time all day, I inhale without feeling like it might break me. At the front desk, a woman with a serene smile greets us. “Good morning, ladies. Ready for some relaxation?” Claire returns the smile with ease. “Absolutely. We could both use it.” After check-in, we’re guided down a softly lit corridor, where everything feels muted and slow, like time itself has decided to be gentle. The walls are a soothing shade of pale blue, and flickering candles glow from little alcoves like sentinels of peace. The air is warm and still. Inside the massage room,

Ch 50

RUEAs soon as we step inside, the air changes. My throat tightens, my chest locks up. I keep walking until we’re out of sight, then stop near the staircase, needing something, anything, to hold me upright.Claire turns toward me, concern etched across her face. “Are you okay?” she asks gently.I exhale, but the breath shakes on its way out. “Why does he hate me so much?” My voice cracks. “I’ve never even done anything to him.”Claire glances toward the entrance, jaw tight. “It’s not about you. It never was. He just… doesn’t like anyone he can’t control.”I nod, but it doesn’t dull the sting. “He pretended I wasn’t even there, Claire. Like I was just the dust on the floor.”“I know,” she says softly. “He did the same thing to me the first few years. It’s his way of showing power, acting like the rest of us don’t matter unless we serve a purpose.”I look away, blinking fast to push back the heat behind my eyes. “Is this what I’m marrying into?”Claire’s voice stays gentle, but there’s

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RUE Servants begin to glide into the room, each movement rehearsed, efficient, quiet. Silver clinks softly against porcelain as they set the plates down in front of us, roasted duck, truffle cream, wine-soaked vegetables. The aromas swirl in the air, rich and decadent. But I can’t taste any of it. My stomach turns. A maid leans in and gently places a dish before me. I offer a quiet, “Thank you,” but my voice is a whisper in a room too loud with everything unsaid. No one hears. No one looks. Their attention has already shifted, gravitating toward the sun at the head of the table. Alessandro’s father. He lifts his glass, just slightly, the gesture effortlessly regal. His eyes, however, are trained on Celeste. “You always carry yourself with such elegance,” he says, voice smooth as vintage scotch. “Your mother must be proud.” Celeste glows, straightening with practiced poise. “She is. She always said a woman’s grace starts at the table.” He chuckles, amused and approving. “Wise wo

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