All Chapters of BOUND TO THE WRONG SISTER : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

[ IRIS’S POV ] The morning sun felt like an intruder, slicing through my curtains and mocking the lack of sleep I’d managed. I had spent the night staring at the red light of the security camera, feeling Salvatore’s presence as if he were sitting in the armchair in the corner of my room. How can a man control my emotions without even trying? All the quiet life I have been living all my life was gradually slipping away from me. When I finally went down for breakfast, the house had changed. The Russos’ guards, men I’d known since childhood, had been neglected to the perimeter. Standing at every hallway junction were Moretti soldiers, men in sharp black suits with earpieces and eyes like flint. They don’t look at me, they look through me. That I couldn't help but wonder if they are really security or criminals, and that creeped the hell out of me. I walked slowly as if I would be beaten if I walked too fast. If I knew the whole house had gotten to an emergency runway. I would ha

I left Salvatore’s office with the leather folder clutched to my chest. Heat lingered along my arms, faint but insistent, as if he hadn’t fully stepped away. I moved fast, skirting the desk before he could close the distance again. He was already taking a step towards me. The door shut behind me with a soft click. The office felt smaller after the door closed. My shoulder stayed tight. I wanted to wait. For the moment Sofia would be back to knock. To see her in her vulnerable state. Sofia never hesitated. Never looked unsure. That alone would’ve been worth the pause. But I couldn’t. Not when Salvatore’s gaze and step were already moving to my side. Halfway down the hall, someone stepped into my path. Sofia. She stood there like a storm barely holding herself together, arms folded tight, jaw clenched so hard that I thought her teeth might crack. Her eyes flickered to the folder in my hands. Then back to my face. “What is in the folder?” She asked,” And why are you so close to

[ SALVATORE’S POV ]She left my office with the leather folder clutched to her chest. Where my hand was supposed to be Heat rushed to my d**k. I moved fast to pin her against the desk, not caring if I just asked Seraphina to leave my office and knock to announce her presence again.But she rushed out before I could get to her. The door shut behind her with a soft click. The office felt smaller after the door closed. I felt like a piece of me was missing.I picked up my tablet on my desk, and the camera feed came on. There she was. My Iris is along the hallway going to her room. The door to my office opened after a soft knock. Anton rushed inside and he bowed his head once in greeting.“Boss, we have an issue. The Molova gang has hijacked the ship carrying the drugs and bullets. Anton said calmly. Not rushing his words because he knows it’s time to spill some blood.“I know. It’s a trap, I intentionally disclose the location of the goods. The Malova owes and they have to pay in blood.

My sister was adopted, but blood never mattered in our world. She rushed toward me, eyes bright, arm lifted like she meant to throw herself into me. But stopped when she saw the cold look in my gaze.She laughed awkwardly.” Wow, still terrifying I see.”“You shouldn’t be here,” I said.She rolled her eyes. “ I just got back from Europe. Rushed actually. Had to attend your engagement.“The agreements handed it over to Anton. He will deliver it. And you can actually send someone to bring it over to me. I know all this was intentional. You like getting on my nerves father. The last time you did this. Five guards lost their lives. Today one died at my mercy. And next time I might decide to put a bullet in your skull. Don’t test me.” I looked at my father and he was smiling creepily. I smirked in return and turned towards the car. Anton was already holding the agreement that my father had come to deliver. An agreement he can send over to the estate. He’s old but he thinks it’s a good time

[ IRIS’S POV ] The knock was soft, hesitant, but it sliced through the heavy fog of sleep like a knife. I groaned, burying my face deeper into the pillow. The night had been long, restless, haunted by memories I couldn’t shake. “Miss Iris?” A voice called gently from outside the door. Maria. I blinked awake, my mind still sluggish, and I lifted my head.” Yes?” I croaked. “Miss Sofia asked me to tell you she’d like you to come to the fitting room,” Maria said politely, a hint of concern in her tone. I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the lingering tension from last night. Fitting room. Clothes. Normalcy. Something about it sounded safe. Almost. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, wincing at the stiffness in my body. My fingers brushed the sheets, and for a moment, I let myself linger on the small comfort of routine. “Alright,” I murmured, my voice quieter than I intended. “I’ll be there in a moment.” Maria nodded and left, the soft click of the door behind her echoin