All Chapters of Married To The Wrong Brother: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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 someone forgot to love. 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 I belong to a world that wants to mount me like a statue. Except this time, I wasn’t clinging to my sister’s hand. I was waiting for him.Dominic.Just the thought of his name made warmth climb up my ribs and settle behind my throat. He wasn’t like the others or even polished like the famous Vincenzo. He wasn't carved from ice like the other trained heirs we were paraded in front of. Dominic was the only one who

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 apart. 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 underst

“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 abou

The double doors creaked as I stepped in. Low light spilled across the marble desk, illuminating Alessandro’s war room in gold and grey. He was already seated, back straight, cufflinks spotless, and sipping scotch from a crystal tumbler.He wasn’t smoking.That was rare.Alessandro De Laurentiis didn’t breathe without lighting something on fire. Cuban cigars, parliamentary files or men who’d outlived their usefulness. But not today.“You know what to do, Domenico. Make it disappear,” his gruff voice drew my attention even further. They carried the same words and same fucking tone. We’d had this conversation last week. The one that pulled me from D.C and forced me to leave her. I was supposed to be cooling off, not detonating a future. But I went. And now, I was returning to vanish someone else.He finally looked up, one brow lifted as if it had been chiseled into place during the Cold War. His eyes were obsidian mirrors and no light ever made it through.“Marcello briefed you?” he qu

“I got transferred to Stamford Hospital, just for the next couple of months. Some clinical program tied to San Fran Med,” Davina’s voice rustled through the line, too bright for the hour of the day. “Can you believe my luck?”She invariably knew how to make her triumphs sound effortless. To me, it was another reminder that my sister had slipped into a new world while I stayed in mine, stagnant.“You’ll see him more often,” I said, curling my knees to my chest on the bed. “Westchecter isn’t far.”“Yeah. That’s… good.” Her sigh carried through the static. “You remember Carlo? He’s gone. His cousin got caught up in some mess in Queens and he flew back, probably for good. I mean, can you blame him?”I held my breath.“The weeks he stuck around, he was impossible. Overbearing. But then again, what else do you expect from someone out of that family. Those De Laurentiis men are cut from the same impossible cloth.” A dry laugh slipped out of her, bitter more than amused. Then, softer, conspi