Semua Bab Worth The Sin, Claimed by my Fiancee's Brother : Bab 1 - Bab 5

The lights were warm from the golden chandelier that glowed above. It was the kind of light that made your skin look prettier than it really was and soft. That was what it looked like that night.People laughed around us, clinking champagne glasses and tossing fake compliments around like cheap glitter. "Oh my goodness. You are so beautiful, darling.""I'm sure Matteo knows how lucky he is to have such beautiful wife."If you didn't know better, you'd think this was the happiest night of my life. After all, I was engaged to Matteo Valdrighi, the billionaire with the smile that could get a girl drunk and the last name that could open any door. He stood beside me, his hand loosely resting on the small of my back, fingers barely brushing against the zipper of my dress. His hold was not tight enough to feel like love but it wasn't loose either to raise brows."Smile, amore," he whispered near my ear, the scent of him drifting in like a slow fog. "Look radiant for the cameras."I turned s

RafaelThe moment my boots touched California soil, the air hit me like a brick. It smelled the same like sea salt, gasoline, and dust. The same place I’d fled seven years ago after the bullet grazed my ribs. That incident had left me emotionally scarred. I wasn’t running from pain. I was running from the weakness it exposed.Now I was back but it was because Nonna was dead. At least, it was part of the reasons why I came. My grandmother, my last tie to this place, had left me everything, including the estate, the legacy and her position as the family matriarch.And now I had to carry the burden and responsibility of it all. I told them not to bother with the grand welcome. There should be no guards or entourage or a fanfare. I asked them to just leave the car by the hangar. I didn’t want the attention, when I still didn’t know who wanted me dead or what I’d do with all this heaviness packed neatly inside me.But it had been an hour and there was no car. The wind was picking up, blowi

RafaelI thought it was some sort of twisted joke when Matteo had first asked me. He wanted me to help with his wedding preparations when he knew damn well his wedding wasn't on my list of reasons for returning. But he knew how much I hated saying no, especially to him. So he grabbed that opportunity to ask me and like some puppet on his string, I’m expected to play fiancé to the girl I shouldn’t even be breathing near, while also being dragged into wedding preparations like I give a damn about cake flavors or floral arrangements.This wasn’t punishment. It was torture. And she’s not making it easy either. Mia walked out of the room, and for a second, I forgot how to breathe. The yellow dress hugged her figure like it was sewn into her skin as the soft, satiny material that makes her eyes look impossibly big, impossibly green. Her collarbone peeked through the sheer neckline and her soft brown curls tumbled over her shoulder like they were placed there by design. She isn’t just beaut