All Chapters of The Wrong Kind Of Right: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

“The internet is a graveyard, Paolo. Every major outlet has the Virelli name trending, and not for the summit. There’s a viral slow mo edit of Luca gazing at Kieran Wolfe like a Shakespearean hero. People are shipping them.”“What the hell does shipping mean?” Paolo barked, already regretting the question.“It means they’re romanticizing the scandal. Turning it into a goddamn fairy tale. You need to spin this fast before it becomes gospel. The press is digging into Wolfe’s past already. We tried to scrub his records but...”“Wolfe isn’t even his real name,” Paolo muttered under his breath.“What?”“Nothing.”He hung up again.He staggered back into his study, slamming the double doors behind him. The antique glass shook in the frames.Paolo crossed the room to his liquor cabinet, yanked it open, and poured himself a generous glass of aged scotch, no ice, no pause.He downed it in a single, shaking gulp.The burn did nothing to silence the rage.Or the fear.Because the truth was, he’d

The screens wouldn’t stop.Luca’s face was everywhere, in newsfeeds, viral TikToks, panel discussions with condescending analysts dissecting his mental state like he was a specimen.Each frame looped the same few seconds:Luca, standing under the weight of the press.Luca, looking at him like nothing else in the world existed.Luca, choosing not to lie this time.And now, he was being torn apart for it.Asher stood in the control center of Wolfe Security’s main hub, surrounded by flat screen monitors. The room pulsed with digital noise, security footage, live intel streams, encrypted comms.But the only thing Asher saw was him.Luca.Breaking.Being broken.Again.“Boss?” Julian’s voice floated in from the hallway. “We’ve scrubbed your digital footprint for the third time. No ties to ‘Asher Hartwell’ are traceable. The name’s holding.”Asher didn’t answer. His arms were crossed, jaw tense, veins in his neck visible.Julian stepped closer. “You want me to shut the feeds?”Still nothing

Reid sobbed, full bodied, gut wrenching sobs that made his shoulders shake, that cracked his ribs from the inside.“I was there,” he whispered. “I fucking stayed…”His voice disappeared in the wind.He dug his fingers into the sand, grounding himself in something, anything, as the past played behind his eyes.Asher in a hospital bed after a mission gone wrong, bruised and silent.Asher curled up on Reid’s couch, shaking after the news of Luca’s engagement.Asher burying his name and becoming Kieran Wolfe, and letting Reid walk beside him into the fire of reinvention.And now?Now Luca walked back in like the last two years hadn’t happened, and Asher had looked at him like he was still home.Reid gasped, wiping the tears from his face with shaking hands. His chest ached. His heart, already held together with tape and time, was unraveling again.“Why wasn’t I enough?” he asked the dark. “What did I do wrong?”He’d spent years trying to make up for the way he once hurt Asher in the milit

Still, no one spoke.Even the ones who had doubted him, who whispered about the scandal or grumbled about the press conference, now watched him with something new in their eyes.Fear.And a bitter kind of respect.“You’re bluffing,” Paolo hissed.“No,” Luca replied, turning to face him directly. “I’m done bluffing. And I’m done pretending I owe you anything. If you have something to say, say it. Otherwise...”He walked over to the chair at the head of the table.The one Paolo always occupied, even when he claimed to be “retired.”And sat down.Every eye followed the move.Even Paolo’s.“I am the CEO of Virelli Group,” Luca said clearly, locking eyes with his father. “Not your shadow. Not your puppet. And if that threatens you, Father… maybe it’s time you left the table.”It was the cleanest execution the boardroom had seen in decades.Paolo stood frozen, lips parted, but no words came. Just the tightening of his jaw, the tremble of a legacy losing grip.Luca stared at him a moment lon

Serena hadn’t been sleeping.Not truly. Not in weeks.But tonight, her restlessness wasn’t about Luca.It was about the call she’d just taken from Paolo, and the words still echoing in her skull.“Tell the world what kind of man your brother really is.”Her bare feet padded across the marble floor of her family's country home, the silence of the halls only making the weight in her chest feel heavier.Outside, Tuscany was quiet, calm, forgiving.Inside her mind?A war zone.She poured herself a glass of wine with trembling fingers. Something red, bold, and full of bite. She didn’t check the label. Didn’t care. She needed the sting.The truth was, she hated Paolo.She always had.Even when she smiled beside him in public, even when she bowed to tradition and slipped that Virelli diamond on her finger. He had been the architect of her facade just as much as Luca’s.But this time, it wasn’t about marriage or image.This time, he was asking her to hurt Asher.Her brother.The same boy who