Semua Bab His Brother's Bride : Bab 31 - Bab 40

(Luca's POV)Selena's silence was louder than any accusation. It's been two days now since I sent her that text and still no reply. Not even an angry text to tell me to go to hell. I didn’t think she’d actually ignore me for this long. I had thought she'd at least want an explanation.I couldn't keep waiting for her reply that might never come so I made my way to her office.I arrived around 10:00 a.m., dressed in a steel-blue suit that matched my mood. Calm on the outside but with a storm brewing underneath.The lobby of the Delacroix-Valenci tower was as pristine and controlled as I remembered—marble floors, high ceilings, soft orchestral music playing just above the hum of hushed voices and efficient heels. Everyone looked busy.I took the elevator up to the IT floor, exchanged handshakes with a few tech leads, and made small talk about cloud expansion strategies.Eventually, I asked one of the managers for the restroom—and took a detour.Selena’s office was on the 34th floor. I kn

(Selena's POV)My father was finally discharged from the hospital yesterday. His doctor was confident about his recovery, but only if he followed the strict lifestyle and medication instructions handed to him in a neatly stapled folder—one that my mother has practically memorized by now.She has not left his side for a second. She hovered around him like a gentle but persistent guardian angel, fluffing his pillows, monitoring his salt intake, and reminding him to drink water like clockwork.Damien, of course, came to pick us up from the hospital. Ever the dutiful son-in-law. He showed up in his perfectly pressed navy suit, holding his keys like a royal chauffeur, but with all the warmth of a glacier. He nodded politely at my mother, helped her into the car, and offered my father a subtle "You’ll be fine, sir."He still hasn't said anything about the night I shamelessly offered myself to him. It was as if it never happened. I tried to act like I wasn't bothered by it but this silence b

(Selena's POV)The moment I stepped into my car, locked the door, and exhaled—I broke.Tears slipped down my cheeks silently, like they've been waiting behind my lashes, impatient and burning. My hands clutched the steering wheel like it could anchor me in a world that suddenly tilted sideways.I was used.Just like a pawn in the sick chess match between two brothers—one fueled by cruelty, the other by pain and vengeance. And I was the battlefield, the collateral damage.I couldn’t go back to the office or drive home, I didn't want anyone to see me in this state. So I drove to Sophia’s studio.It was late in the afternoon. As usual, she was lost in colors and canvas, music humming softly from her speakers, a paintbrush tucked behind one ear.When she saw me at the door, something in her face shifted instantly.“Selena?”I didn’t say anything. I just walked in, and by the time she set down her palette and reached me, I was crying. The tears came fast, messy, and raw. My sobs echoed aga

(Selena's POV)The first few days after Luca told me the truth felt like I was moving through thick fog. Our night in the cabin played in my head like a broken record, one I couldn’t turn off. Now that I know it was orchestrated for revenge, the memory hits differently. The warmth I had once associated with it was gone, replaced by a deep, raw ache.I hate Luca for using me and I hate Damien even more for being the kind of brother that could push someone so far into darkness that revenge became the only way forward.It's been a week now, and In between the chaos of my emotions, life still marched on. Work kept me distracted–schedules, meetings, reports. My father’s health was improving too. I visited almost every day, checking in, and helping plan his 60th birthday party with my mother. It gave me something to look forward to.Three days ago, I went for my doctor’s appointment. I'm ten weeks pregnant, and even though I'm not yet showing, the reality of it pressed down harder than ever

(Luca's POV)When she turned and saw me standing there, her eyes widened.“I thought I asked you to leave,” she hissed, looking around as if to make sure no one heard her. Her voice was low but I could still sense the anger in it.I stepped forward, slowly, as if one wrong move would shatter the little thread that was holding us together.“I couldn’t,” I said, stopping a few feet away from her. “Not like that.”She crossed her arms, a guarded look on her face. Her fitted red dress shimmered in the low light, a stark contrast to the hurt in her eyes.“What more do you want from me, Luca? Who even invited you?” she asked, almost whispering.“Your mother invited me, I ran into her at the grocery store some days ago.”“Of course she did.” She muttered under her breath.I ran a hand through my hair, took a breath, and locked eyes with her. “Look, Selena, I’m truly sorry. I was angry and bitter, and I know my actions hurt you. All I'm asking for is a chance for me to prove myself to you.”H