Semua Bab The Widow Contract( I married my husband’s brother): Bab 11 - Bab 20

Chapter 12-Family Dinner He definitely wasn’t happy at the sudden visit of his mother, neither did he give clearance for her to land on his personal hanger. There was a reason he chose to stay in a remote but modern island such as this one, being as far away as he could from his family was a big one. Gloria Morano pranced around her son’s house eyeing the decor and ambience, she couldn’t say she was impressed. She’d never visited her second son, not that she had a reason to as he decided to strip himself away from the family to move to a dumb island. The Moranos were known to be tight knit, with all of the members living in the family’s private estate, where they could still be close but share an appropriate distance with each other. It came as a surprise when Vincent suddenly announced he was moving out, not to another city but to a different country. Frank Morano was livid, his son was going against one of the oldest traditions that kept the family going s

Chapter 14–Lavender and Vanilla “You do know we can hear you guys argue right?” Joseph murmured as he poured his boss a drink, “The staff thinks it’s a marriage of convenience, that’s why you’re both so miserable.” “Convenience?” Vincent snorted as he clinked his glass against his aide’s, “If our marriage was one of convenience, we wouldn’t be arguing.” “Cut her some slack.” Joseph murmured, “She’s a widow. Sure, you think she has something to do with your brother’s death but she’s still a widow at the end of the day. Let her grieve without feeling like she’s walking on eggshells.” “She’s just a wife. My mother didn’t even cry when he died. Morano’s do not cry.” “Well it’s because Morano’s are assholes.” Joseph chuckled, “No offense. I’ve known you for ten years, V. You’ve never been a happy man for on a happy family. Heck, I’m not even sure I’ve seen you smile.” Vincent frowned, “Cut it out, Jo.” “Please promise me there w

Chapter 16–To be or not to be Tears filled her eyes terrible as the car rolled into the Morano estate. Three days. It had been just three days and it felt like she had gone for an eternity. It felt so wrong, coming back knowing she was no longer Maximof’s wife. They passed by the huge statue of a porcelain woman which was mounted in his favor, an ode to his love for figurines. She’d always found it weird, but also endearing as he would endlessly chatter about his collections, in a weary house situated far away in the city of limerick. The car finally stopped in front of her home, her old home. She sniffled as Joseph rolled down the windows. He felt sorry for her, she was a widow in an uncompromising situation and barely any power to her name. “I just figured you might want to get a few of your old things.” He muttered, “We can’t have you stay in the same house.” He offered her a kerchief, one which she was grateful for as she blowed a bout of snot in

Chapter 18–A surprising turnaround Shit…shit…shit Victoria almost bit herself as she couldn’t believe what she’d just done. Her grave mistake was now going to cost her a lot, although she barely had anything since she married a tyrant. “Who’s there??” Vincent called out again. Joseph’s eyes wandered until they caught a pair of female fingers under the little slit of the desk. He could recognize that distinct shade of red nail polish anywhere. So he faked a cough. “I’m pretty sure that’s me.” He muttered, “ I hit my leg. It’s probably a mistake.” Vincent frowned, “Are you sure?” “Yep.” “Then why didn’t you say anything?” He snapped, “Anyways let’s get to business. We need to go down to west harbor tomorrow and I need to be current with the books.” Victoria heaved a huge breath of relief, clutching her nights dress as she almost thought her heart was bound to explode. She had every reason to be thankful towards Joseph, on purp

Chapter 20–The Mafia gala(2) “What are you getting at?” He asked her. She was starting to breathe heavily. He was right—what was she getting at?? “Forget it.” She snapped as she went into the car, slamming the door really hard in the process. Vincent’s face creased into a scowl as he also went into the car. He couldn’t help but attribute her sudden outburst to her monthly visitor, a sexist assumption but one he couldn’t help but consider regardless. He was barely talking to Elizabeth. She kept on chattering about her visit to Paris and her broken marriage, and also slipped in the keycard to her hotel room. It was a sheer invite, one which he declined as he broke the card in half when Victoria wasn’t looking. The car ride back to the house was silent, the tension looming in the air was able to break a termite in half. She remained her focus ouyaide the window, taking it all in—her feelings, her emotions, it was all warped and confusing. Vincen