Todos los capítulos de Dominated By Him: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Sophia's POVMy heart nearly stopped when I saw Vito positioned just close enough to the library entrance to have overheard everything. How long had he been there? How much had he heard?Please, God, let him have only caught the end of it.The blood oath I'd just sworn felt like a weight pressing down on my chest, each word echoing in my memory with terrifying clarity. Death to those who break faith with the family. If Vito had heard my father call me by my real name, if he suspected even for a moment that I wasn't who I claimed to be...The photographs from the ceremony flashed through my mind—bodies in the river, tongues cut out, families who'd disappeared overnight. The Romano family didn't just punish betrayal; they erased it completely, along with anyone who'd facilitated it.My father seemed completely unbothered by Vito's sudden appearance, which either meant he was confident nothing damaging had been overheard, or he was simply too arrogant to care. Knowing my father, it was p

Sophia's POV"Well, I... the doctors said that some memories are clearer than others," Maria stammered, her voice losing some of its earlier conviction. "Traumatic events can sometimes—""But you just said your mind has been foggy," Emily interrupted smoothly. "And that the medications affect your memory. So which memories should we trust, Maria? The ones where Isabella pushed you, or the ones where she tried to help you?"Holy shit, Emily is destroying her.I could barely contain my relief as I watched my friend dismantle Maria's carefully constructed narrative with surgical precision. Emily's voice remained pleasant and concerned, but there was steel underneath that made it clear she wasn't buying a word of Maria's act.Maria's composure cracked further. "I... it's complicated. The doctors say—""You know what I think is really interesting?" Emily continued, shifting her weight slightly and resting one protective hand on her belly. "Isabella mentioned you two had some kind of incide

Sophia's POVThe Hamptons estate where Isabella's bridal shower was being held looked like something out of a magazine. It should have been beautiful. Instead, it felt like walking into a perfectly orchestrated nightmare.I stood at the edge of the crowd, watching my twin sister hold court at the center of attention. Isabella looked radiant in a flowing white sundress, her laughter ringing across the manicured lawn as she regaled her friends with stories about her upcoming wedding to Michael. My former fiancé. The man who'd promised to love me forever before deciding my sister was a better option.The irony wasn't lost on me. Here I was, attending a party celebrating the woman who'd stolen my life, while my own husband was nowhere to be found. Again.When I'd mentioned Isabella's party to Vito this morning, he'd barely looked up from his phone. "Have fun," he'd said dismissively, already turning his attention back to whatever was consuming his time these days. Which, I was fairly cert

Sophia's POVThe sharp knock on the passenger window made us both freeze.Through the glass, I could see a familiar black sedan parked beside us, and my blood turned to ice as I recognized the controlled, measured presence of the man approaching our car."Dr. Rosenberg," Vito said, "How convenient to find you here.""Vito," David replied carefully, his arm still protectively around my shoulders.Vito's attention shifted to me, and even through his dark sunglasses, I could feel the intensity of his gaze boring into me like a physical weight."I think," he continued, his voice dropping to barely above a whisper, "you should know that you're currently holding my wife.""Vito, let me explain—" I started, scrambling out of the car to face him."Of course. You need to explain what you were doing in another man's arms. But not here. Come home with me. We have all the time in the world to discuss your... comfort arrangements."David stepped out of his car, placing himself between Vito and me.

Sophia's POVThe château's rose garden sparkled under the afternoon sun, filled with guests in designer gowns and tailored suits. Isabella's wedding reception was everything she'd ever dreamed of—elegant, extravagant, and completely perfect.And I was miserable.I stood at the edge of the crowd, watching my sister laugh with Michael as they posed for photographs. She looked radiant in her custom Vera Wang dress, every inch the blushing bride. No one would ever guess she'd stolen him from me just months ago."Well, well. If it isn't my dear sister."I turned to find Isabella approaching, champagne flute in hand and that familiar cruel smile on her lips. Even now, on her wedding day, she couldn't resist twisting the knife."Isabella." I forced my voice to remain neutral. "Beautiful ceremony.""Thank you." She sipped her champagne, studying me with predatory interest. "You look tired, Sophia. Rough night?"I felt heat rise in my cheeks. "I'm fine.""Are you?" Her eyes glittered with mali