His Brother's Bride To-Be 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 21 - 챕터 30

UNANSWERED QUESTIONS••Luciana••The sun streaming through the curtains felt rude. Warm, bright, loud.My eyelids fluttered open sluggishly as if my body needed written permission to move. When I finally grasped the clock on the bedside table, the time blinked back at me in bold disbelief.10:14 a.m.So I slept like someone hit me with a tranquilizer dart.Memories of yesterday flooded back in a chaotic rush—sharp snapshots falling into place. The masked figure. The struggle. The knife. Roman’s hands dragging me from that bathroom.A small ache pulled at my arm when I shifted. Not unbearable, just enough to remind me that I wasn’t imagining anything. My body felt stiff, like every muscle had been wrung out and left to dry overnight. I inhaled slowly.Why is this all happening to me? Was it related to Pier Twelve? Had they tracked me down? Or was there someone else behind this?I pushed myself up carefully. The movement tugged at my ribs on one side. Wonderful. Even breathing came with

IS HE JEALOUS?••Luciana••While I was bound for Sicily, it wasn't to my parents' home, I enjoy the scenery as I looked out the window.The flight to Sapphire Lounge seemed to stretch on endlessly. As we finally landed, the city lights sparkled below like an ominous signal, and the drone of the jet resonated within me.Neither Roman nor I moved an inch. We stayed frozen in our seats while our security team swept the tarmac. It was only when one of them nodded that Roman finally let go of the cabin door handle.As soon as I stepped off the private jet, I was enveloped by a thick atmosphere heavy with cigar smoke, luxurious scents, and an underlying tension that sent shivers down my spine.Theo walked ahead, pretending to be a bored guest, while two guards blended into the shadows behind us. Sapphire Lounge was the kind of place where danger lounged on velvet seats and counted chips with rings too sharp to be decoration. Men in tailored suits hovered around tables, voices low and dange

THE MOMENT HE REALIZED ••Roman••The morning crept in awkwardly. I was busy choosing a shirt that complemented my outfit when she stirred awake, stretching leisurely on the bed. She glanced in my direction briefly before heading to the bathroom. There was no small smile, no faint tease, nothing. Just a quick look and silence trailing behind her steps.After some time, she emerged without a word and took a seat at her desk, opening her laptop. “Must have slept like a baby, hogging all the bed space,” I remarked. She met my gaze and nodded in silence. I couldn’t help but wonder what was bothering her—maybe it was just one of those unpredictable 'mood swings' women often experience. She didn’t react, not a twitch. She just typed, scrolled, and typed again. As if the keyboard suddenly became the most fascinating object in the mansion.During breakfast, her eyes rarely met mine. The conversation flowed around Mildred and my mother, while I felt like an outsider. When I attempted to i

MOMENTS BETWEEN US••Roman••"Luciana, is everything okay?" I approached her on the couch, where she had curled up tightly.I woke up unusually early this morning, knowing I had plans with Theo, but something felt… off. Luciana was missing from my side.Around midnight, I’d noticed the bedsheets stir, the sound of her footsteps, and the faint creak of the bathroom door. I assumed she simply needed to use the restroom.But it was something completely different.Now, she was curled up on the couch, legs drawn to her chest, a blanket wrapped around her like a protective cocoon. Her eyes were half-open, barely alive.“Are you alright?” I inquired.“Yes,” she replied, her tone flat and quick.“Your posture doesn’t suggest someone who’s okay.”“The couch is just more comfortable,” she said, trying to sound casual. However, every few moments, she winced, pressing a hand against her lower abdomen. Those tiny flinches, the kind someone tries to hide but fails spectacularly.I went into the ba

EVERYTHING HAS CHANGED ••Luciana••I stared at my father, waiting for the warmth to catch up to his words.It didn’t.“Do I not have a right to come to this house again?” I asked, my voice trembling despite my effort to sound steady.He looked at me like I was a guest who had overstayed her welcome.Behind him stood a woman, quietly observing. She was tall, with flowing black hair and impeccably dressed—intently watching the tense exchange between my father and me. Without uttering a single word, her eyes tracked every fissure that appeared in our relationship.“You're married now,” my father declared. “Your place is with the Orlovs.”His words struck like a blow—harsh and definitive.“So that’s it?” I breathed, disbelief lacing my voice. “I cease to be your daughter the moment I become someone else’s wife?”His silence spoke volumes.In that moment, something inside me shattered. Not explosively, but enough to feel the sting of pain.I turned away quickly, not wanting him to see the