บททั้งหมดของ The Bride He Bought : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙍𝘼 My lips press into a thin straight line. How am I supposed to treat him now? He notices and bends his head slightly as his smile fades. “You’re really going to treat me differently now because of the wedding?” My brows knit. “Treat you differently? Let’s be clear, I barely know you.” He nods as if he expected that. “True. But you weren’t this cold the last time we spoke.” I exhale calmly. “Look, I really don’t know what Dante would think if he sees me talking to you.” That earns me a crooked grin. “At least give me the chance to explain before you decide to hate me.” My eyes narrow. “Explain?” “Well, yeah.” He shrugs. “You don’t know the full story.” That flips something ugly inside me. I snap before I can stop myself. “You slept with your brother’s partner. What story could possibly justify that?” His grin fades. “Nothing, actually. But it’s… more complicated than it looks.” His voice drops. “I’m not expecting us to be best friends or anything. I just…”

𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙍𝘼 His mouth claims mine like he’s been holding back for years, not days. The kiss is unlike what I’m becoming accustomed to. It's sweet, deep and consuming, but not quite as rough. My hands fist in his shirt, dragging him closer needing more of for his taste. Our tongues tangle hungrily, and I drag mine over his like I’m trying to scrub the whiskey off his mouth. “This is exactly what I meant,” I whisper breathlessly against his lips, my voice trembling with nerves and need. “Good.” Dante’s forehead presses against mine, his grip tightening at my waist. “Then stop fighting it.” A shaky laugh slips out of me. “I don’t know how. I don't even know if this is right." The sound he makes in answer is half growl, half surrender. Then his mouth is on mine again, stealing my words and unraveling my resistance. “Dante—” I gasp as his lips trail down the column of my throat, the scrape of his stubble making me shiver. He pulls back just enough to look at me, his eyes dar

𝘿𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙀 The moment the door shuts behind us, I don’t give her the chance to even think of pulling away. My arms scoop her up in one swift motion, and she lets out a startled squeal that turns into a muffled gasp when my mouth crushes hers. This is why I rushed back. The deal with the Egyptians was signed and I could have stayed there a day longer, but even as they signed the deal, all I could think about was her. Not the money or the numbers, just her body under mine. How her taste would set me in flames like it’s doing now. I tell myself it’s just lust. A natural chemical pull between a man and a woman. It’s a kind of hunger that burns hot, then burns out. Ours definitely won’t be an exception. It will burn out eventually. But right now? Right now I’m starved. I carry her to my room, kicking the door open with my heel, never once breaking the kiss. Her hands clutch my shoulders, nails digging in like she’s afraid of falling, and it drives me insane. I lay her down, already tu

𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙍𝘼 Hours pass and my mind hasn't stopped chewing on the same question; Why is that? Also, another question has been added to the mix: What if I'm wrong? What if it really is just the cancer tearing through Elena’s body, like the doctors warned? What if I’m seeing patterns where there aren’t any? But then the other thought crashes right in, and pushes ever other thought aside; what if I’m right?Because what's happening is not random. The episodes only ever come after that tea. I'm seated stiffly in the hall with my palms pressed so tight together they sting, watching the doctor whose now outside, murmur with Dante. Their voices are low and locked in Italian. My heart pounds harder with each word I can’t catch. All I'm left with are scraps from the expression both men exhibit. Dante’s jaw for one, is tight and his hand are cut through the air. The way his shoulders sink I can tell that hat the doctor is telling him can't be good. I really can’t stand not knowing

𝘿𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙀Alera’s words won’t leave me.Poison.The thought makes me sick to my stomach. My hands won’t stay steady. Neither can my heart. I’m actually trembling, which hasn’t happened in years.Rina? No. Impossible. That woman practically raised me. She’s been in this house longer than I’ve been alive. She took care of my siblings and I. She made sure I ate, patched my scrapes, even beat my ass when I deserved it. She was strict, yes, but loyal. Always loyal.Alera has to be losing her mind.But then… she's making sense.That day. Mama didn’t even want the tea. I even told her to drink it but she refused. Eventually she drank it. But minutes later, she was coughing up blood.I squeeze my temples until my skull aches.It could’ve been coincidence. It had to be coincidence.I can’t breathe properly standing here. Barefoot, I move down the corridor. I stop at Mama’s door, then slowly turn the knob, pushing it open. Her IVs drip steadily and wires tangle around her frail frame.She’s as