Semua Bab Straight Until Him: Bab 51 - Bab 56

Sandra’s POVTruth Finally OutI saw it.I felt it.The exact second everything slipped out of my hands.He did not look at me. He looked at Micah.At my brother.My smile stayed on my lips, perfect as glass, but inside? I wanted to scream so loud the chandeliers would fall from the ceiling. After all the work, the plans, the dress, and the crown moment of my life… Alessandro dared to lock eyes with him.Not me. Not the bride.I forced a laugh, sweet and sugar-coated, though my throat burned. “Oh, Alessandro,” I said, voice pitched high, meant for the crowd. “You see how dramatic he is? Weddings do this to people. Nerves. He does not mean any of this.”A few chuckles. Nervous ones. Not enough. The whispers still slithered around the room like snakes. Cameras zoomed in closer. People leaned forward.“He is stressed,” I added, waving my hand as though brushing away smoke. “The pressure, the family name, the cameras; of course he is saying silly things.”But they didn’t believe me. I cou

Micah’s POV Swear I didn’t even register moving. One blink, I’m rooted; next, I’m just right there, eating up the distance between us.Alessandro’s got this look. Eyes all glassy, almost shimmering; except it’s the saddest light I’ve ever seen. This dude never cracks, but man, he’s barely holding it together. Then a tear just drops, slow and stubborn, and boom, something in me just gives out.So I grab him. Wrap my arms around him.At first, he’s tough, stiff as a damn statue. Still, I don’t let go. I squeeze him tighter until he finally goes limp, just caves into me, shaking like all his secrets are leaking out. His face is smashed against my chest, and honestly? He just cracks. Full-on sobbing. God.The sound tore me apart.My fingers got lost in his hair; seriously, it was a wreck, thick as hell, but, weirdly, still soft. I leaned closer, lips just ghosting over his skin. Once the words eventually flatered forth, they were crude as well as fragmented, directed solely for his ears.

Sandra’s POV“Enough.”The word froze the air. My father’s voice. Calm, heavy, but sharp enough to cut through glass.For the first time in my life, that voice made me shiver.Uncle Vittorio was still roaring like an angry bull, spitting about the Romano–Duvall deal, about contracts, about “shame.” But my father turned to him with a look that silenced even him.“Deal?” Father’s voice was ice. “Is that what you’re worried about, Vittorio? Not Alessandro, not this circus… just your precious deal?”Uncle Vittorio blinked, caught off guard. “It… it’s everything we’ve built…”“That damn deal would have happened without a sham wedding,” Father snapped, cutting him off. “Stop hiding your greed behind family honor.”The hall went silent. My heart slammed in my chest. I felt my mouth go dry.Then my mother tried to speak.“No,” she said quickly, stepping forward like she could still control things. Her hands trembled. “My daughter will never…”“Be quiet, woman.”The sound of my father’s voice