Semua Bab His Brother's Bride To-Be : Bab 41 - Bab 50

I'M NOT GOING ••Luciana••As twilight began to seep through the windows, I found myself completely absorbed in N*****x, each episode blending seamlessly into the next as I watched with unwavering focus. There's something so captivating about diving into a compelling series when the world outside feels like it can wait.It wasn't until my stomach let out a loud growl that I reluctantly hit pause, accompanied by a frustrated sigh—I had completely skipped lunch. My beloved chocolate milk had only served as a temporary distraction, and the empty carton from Sicily lay next to my bed, a silent reminder of my neglect.Reluctantly, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up, making my way to the closet in search of something comfy to wear. Just as my fingers were rummaging through my clothes, my phone buzzed. A notification popped up, and I picked it up casually, not expecting to see the name that flashed on the screen. Antonio. My heart raced for a moment; thoughts darted thro

SHE'S MY WIFE NOW••Luciana••“Welcome to your old home, princess.”Roman’s voice was light as he held out his hand to help me out of the jet. For a second, I just stared at it. Old home. The words sat strangely on my tongue. The Moretti estate rose before us, tall and familiar, unchanged in structure but heavy with memories I hadn’t unpacked yet.I took his hand.The guards straightened immediately, heads bowing in respect. The workers paused whatever they were doing to greet us as we walked in. Everything moved the way it always had, like I had never left, or been absent.Inside, the dining table was already set.Father sat at the head, exactly where he always did. To his right sat the woman. His new wife, or soon to be wife, or whatever title she was supposed to carry now. Antonio sat to his left, posture stiff, expression unreadable. Then I noticed Matteo.My chest tightened.Roman and I walked toward the table together. Two empty seats waited beside Antonio, one near Matteo. Roman

NEW YORK NIGHTS••Luciana••As the days rolled on, we seamlessly fell back into our familiar routine. Before we knew it, Roman had business in Sicily once again. When he brought it up, I saw an opportunity to join him—this way, I could check in on Sapphire Lounge while we were at it.We had just begun to settle into the villa when Roman got a phone call. The look on his face instantly signaled that the news was unsettling. “I need to be in New York by tomorrow morning,” he informed me, “which means we have to leave tonight.” I let out a resigned sigh. “That was quick.” With his typical resolve, he asserted, “You’re coming with me. I can’t leave you here by yourself, and Theo has to accompany me as well.” “There are guards all around,” I countered. “I’ll be perfectly fine.” But Roman was unmoved. Just like him. Stubborn and resolute once he made a decision. A few hours later, we found ourselves airborne, en route to New York. We landed late at night, and the city welcomed us with

YOU ARE NOT MADE OF STEEL••Roman••I woke up to a stillness that enveloped me. As I slowly opened my eyes, the ceiling appeared strange for just a moment before memories flooded back. I remembered I was in a hotel suite in New York with Luciana. But where was Luciana? I glanced around and realized the room was completely empty. She wasn't lying next to me.With some effort, I pushed myself up, the room tilting slightly as if challenging my right to be awake. My head was still pounding, though the pain had dulled to a nagging throb, a reminder of the night's excesses. I pressed my fingers against my temple, then my neck; the heat lingered, but it was more manageable now.I reached for the clock on the bedside table. Past Four. Four in the afternoon. A curse slipped from my lips. Six hours, maybe even more. I had lost half the day, like a man with no obligations rather than someone tied up in deals and under watchful eyes. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, pausing to let th

I'M NOT READY FOR THIS CONVERSATION ••Luciana••On the drive out, I pulled my phone from my bag, already opening my browser.“Let me check places around here,” I said, scrolling.Roman glanced at me briefly before returning his eyes to the road.“Don’t worry,” he said calmly. “Trust me on this one.”I paused, then looked at him.“Hm okay,” I replied, letting the phone drop back into my bag. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”As he drove, I found myself watching him instead of the city lights.His left arm rested casually on the car door, relaxed like he owned the night, his other hand steady on the wheel, his face sharp and unreadable, jaw set, his green murky eyes focused forward. The Polo he was wearing clung tight to his body, revealing his muscular structure.Why does he suddenly look so hot!The thought startled me. I swallowed and looked away, pretending to admire the passing buildings, the neon signs, the blur of movement outside the window.Then I felt his gaze on me. It lingered l