Lahat ng Kabanata ng Married To The Wrong Brother: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 6

We were told the Tri-Annual Gathering was supposed to be a celebration. Every three years, the families would come together in glittering ballrooms and fortified villas with walls so thick you couldn't hear the gunshots from the other side. I was seven the first time I attended. I wore silver shoes that hurt my toes and a dress that made me feel like a porcelain doll. I clung to my sister’s hand and watched men with eyes like stone kiss her cheeks and compliment my father’s loyalty and servitude.Now, I am seventeen. Still wearing dresses and pretending to fit into a world I didn’t belong to. Except this time, I wasn’t clinging to my sister’s hand. I was waiting for him.Dominic.God, even just thinking his name made warmth crawl through my chest. He wasn’t like the others or even polished like the famous Vincenzo. He wasn't carved from ice like the other heirs we were paraded in front of. He laughed when I tripped over my heels, stole desserts for me at the dinners, and kissed my ea

With all the strength I could muster, I raised my tiny knee and rammed it straight into his gut. He gasped a breathless sound and staggered backward a few steps.But I wasn’t fast enough. There were too many of them. Before I could move again, I was slammed back against the stone that my spine jarred and my lungs emptied. I dropped to a crouch, clutching my ribs. From the corner of my eye, I saw the second one approaching. My fingers curled around my phone, and just as he reached for me, I rose with all the rage inside me and cracked it against his nose.“Little bitch!” he spat, reeling back with a howl, blood spurting down his lips.They pulled me back as he rose up, laughing and flashing bloodied teeth. “What a tough –”Pow!The sound sliced through the night air like a whip, cutting him mid-sentence.His eyes widened and his mouth fell parted. For the first time since he ambushed me, I saw something human flicker behind his irises… fear. No, confusion. It felt like he didn’t unders

“Nothing happened, and they’re not my bodyguards,” I rolled my eyes. “You know Matteo would've been around the corner somehow and even showed up before anything got messy.”I wished he did.Her shoulders relaxed slightly, but she still wasn’t convinced. Davina never believed anything she didn’t say first.She stared at me for a couple of seconds before a sigh swifted out of her nose, eyes trailing across the room as if the walls might spill my secrets. Then she dropped onto my bed.“If anyone should be crying, it should be me. I’m the one about to be married off to that mutiny of a man, and not the other way around. You know how many times I’ve imagined stabbing Vincenzo in the throat with a salad fork just to avoid becoming Mrs. ‘Don-in-Waiting?’”I forced a chuckle, hoping she didn't notice. Her jokes were never just jokes. They were distractions. She hated seeing me unhappy, and this was her way of showing up for me. So, she kept going, trying to make me laugh.“My whole life’s abo