Todos los capítulos de Twisted Obsession: The Billionaires Virgin Bride: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

ARIAMount Sinai Hospital looks exactly the same as it did when Isabelle was here. The same sterile smell, the same fluorescent lighting, the same sense of dread that clings to everything.But this time, I'm not visiting Dante's dying mother.I'm visiting my sister, who tried to kill herself.Liam insisted on coming, along with Katya. They're waiting outside the room now, like a silent reminder that I'm protected. That I'm not alone.Dante squeezes my hand. "You don't have to do this.""I know. But I need to." I look at the door to Vivienne's room. "I need closure. I need to understand.""I'll be right here. The entire time.""No," I shake my head. "I need to do this alone. But stay close? In case...""In case you need me. Always." He kisses my forehead. "I love you.""I love you too."I push open the door.Vivienne is in the bed, hooked up to monitors and IVs. She looks terrible, gaunt, pale, her hair limp and unwashed. The glamorous, polished woman who always outshone me is gone.Wh

ARIAWe don't go back to Greece.The facility I selected for Vivienne is in upstate New York, a private treatment center that specializes in personality disorders and suicidal ideation. It costs two hundred thousand dollars for a six-month program.I write the check without hesitation."You don't have to do this," Dante says as we sit in his study, reviewing the paperwork."Yes, I do. For me, not for her." I signed the final document. "This way, I know I did everything possible. What happens next is up to her."My parents came to the penthouse three days later to discuss the arrangements. It's awkward, the first time they've been in Dante's home, and the first real conversation we've had since the gala.My mother sits stiffly on the leather couch, looking around at the obvious wealth. My father stands by the window, uncomfortable and clearly calculating.I've seen that look before. Usually, when he's thinking about money."Thank you for this," my mother says quietly. "For helping Vivi

DANTE"Ms. Aria needs to know the full scope of the threat. Not just Michael. All of them.""She's already dealing with Vivienne's treatment, adjusting to marriage, managing work...""And she deserves to know that her own family might be planning to kill her for money." Viktor's voice is firm. "She needs to be able to protect herself. To see it coming."He's right. Of course, he's right.But telling Aria that her entire family might be complicit in a plot against her life?That might break her."I'll tell her tonight," I say finally. "After work. At home, where it's safe.""Good. And boss? We need to discuss the estate distribution itself. There might be a way to protect Ms. Aria's inheritance and remove the financial motivation.""How?""If Ms. Aria's share was secured in a way that couldn't be redistributed even if something happened to her, if it was already assigned to a trust or foundation, then eliminating her serves no purpose.""They'd lose their financial motive.""Exactly. T

ARIA"That's the Sinclair family." I finish my tea, the bitterness of the truth matching the last of the chamomile. "But here's what you need to understand about the dynamics. Uncle Richard's family, Michael and Emma...they've always been jealous of my father's family. Because my father is the eldest, he was supposed to inherit control of the businesses. He was supposed to be the patriarch.""But he failed.""Spectacularly. Which meant Uncle Richard saw an opportunity. If my father were incompetent, maybe Richard could take over. Maybe he could be the one to control the family legacy." I stand, pacing now as the full story pours out. "So there's been this constant competition between the two families. My father is trying to prove he's worthy of leadership, Uncle Richard is trying to undermine him and take over.""And you and Vivienne got caught in the middle.""Worse than that. We became pawns." I turn to face Dante. "See, my parents realized early on that they couldn't compete on bu

DANTEMorning comes too quickly.I wake before Aria, my body clock trained by years of 5 AM meetings and early trading hours. But I don't move, reach for my phone or mentally run through the day's schedule.I just watch her sleep.Her face is peaceful now, no trace of last night's emotional upheaval. One hand is curled under her cheek, the other rests on my chest. The morning light makes her skin glow, catches the diamond on her finger.My wife.The woman her entire family sees as an obstacle worth eliminating.My phone vibrates on the nightstand. I reach for it carefully, trying not to wake her.Viktor: I need to see you. Immediately.My gut clenches. Viktor doesn't use words like "immediately" unless something's wrong.I slip out of bed, pulling on clothes as quietly as possible. Aria stirs but doesn't wake, just curls into the warm spot I left behind.I find Viktor in my study, his expression grim. There are new files on my desk, surveillance photos spread across the surface."Wha