All Chapters of The Bride He Bought : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

𝘿𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙀 First, it's silence that stretches for so long, time seems to have come to a halt. Then, Alessia breaks it by chuckling humorlessly, as her arms fold across her chest. “Drink the tea? What in the world is going on, Dante?” I ignore her. My focus stays locked on Rina. "You won't drink the tea?" I rasp. "Signore, drink the tea? Why?" She half laughs. She’s holding the tray like it weighs a hundred kilos. Her eyes dart from me to Luciana, then linger a second too long on Rowan. Her breathing becomes shallow and uneven. “Sit,” I order flatly. Rina’s lips part, but no words come. Her gaze flicks around the room like she’s searching for an escape. Luciana’s brows knit. “Dante, what is this?” Rowan frowns and steps forward. "This is ridiculous.” I don’t look at any of them. I take a step closer to Rina. “Drink it.” Her knees tremble. She clutches the cup tighter. “Signore Moretti… please...” Bianca shoots off the bed and rushs to Rina’s side. She grabs her

𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙍𝘼 Dante shifts beside me, turning in the sheets like he can’t find rest. His arm falls against the mattress, and when his eyes open, they land directly on me. "What?” He exclaims. I jolt, startled that he caught me staring. My head jerks up to meet his bewildered face. “I..nothing,” I whisper quickly, but my gaze betrays me and lingers on his hand. Following my gaze, he slowly turns his knuckles to the faint light in the room. “You… you’re injured.” He glances at the damage and shrugs. “It’s nothing.” “It’s not nothing,” I insist, my voice is sharp despite the dryness in my throat. “There’s blood all over it. I’ll… I’ll get something to clean it up.” I nearly trip over the sheets as I start fumbling around the room, my eyes darting for where I last saw a box of first aid. “Alera.” He rasps. I don’t answer. “Alera,” he repeats, with more force which has me flinching. But I still don’t look at him, instead I continue to move, toward the dresser. My min

𝙍𝙊𝙒𝘼𝙉 I only gave her one job. One flipping job. Something so easy, a child could have done it. Yet the stupid woman couldn't even do that without getting caught. My fingers tighten around the steering wheel as the car moves along the road. The city rolls by, but my eyes stay forward. I don’t drive fast, there's no need to, not when I've already won this part. The plan with Mama had been simple: ensure she was sick enough to not only bring Dante back to Milan but keep him tied here so I could monitor him and know were to hit him best. I need to hurt him in a way that completely crumbles him and just targeting his money won't be enough. He's resourceful enough to make it right back. Things had been going well. He was settling comfortably with his wife. But now all my plans could collapse before they even began, all because of Rina. I shouldn't have trusted that weak minded, sloppy old hag. How long before she buckles under pressure and spills my name to save herself?

𝘿𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙀 Time stops. For a moment, my brain refuses to process what I’m seeing. It’s like my eyes are working but everything else has shut down. What's infront of me is just a shape on the floor. Nothing more. It's a shape wearing clothes that look like Rina’s. The air flow sudden feels to have stopped entirely. Then the sharp scent of metallic hits me, making me realize that the scene infront of me isn't a fucking dream. Instantly my throat dries up. “Rina?” My voice comes out low, hoarse and barely audible. It sounds like it belongs to someone else. Cautiously, I take a step forward. But the figure doesn’t move. When I reach it, reality finally catches up. And I recognize her face, because the motionless figure isn't just some mannequin, it's Rina. Her mouth is open, like she’d been trying to speak. Her eyes, those familiar brown eyes, are wide and glassy, staring at nothing. Dark Blood spreads in a slow halo under her head, against the cheap linoleum. So

𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙍𝘼 Dante's cold and detached words hit like a slap. I drop my gaze immediately, my torso hollowing so hard I can barely breathe. Luciana steps in, speaking fast in Italian, that seems to try, to calm him down. As they argue slightly, I just gaze at them feeling completely useless, invisible and fighting not to crumble. He doesn’t even look at me again. Luciana’s tone softens, but Dante’s expression doesn’t change. I stare at the tiled floor until the edges blur. My stomach twists, and for a moment I genuinely think I might throw up. Then Luciana sighs and turns to me, her voice gentler now. “Alera…” I look up, barely able to keep my voice steady. “What’s happening?” She hesitates, glancing at Dante before saying, “Rina was found dead. Shot in the head.” The words echo in my mind. Shot. In the head. My throat closes. “And...and...Dante?” “She was already dead before he found her,” Luciana says quietly. “He was with Mama and I at the hospital when it happened. The po