บททั้งหมดของ BOUND TO THE WRONG SISTER : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

[ IRIS’S POV ]A single, sharp knock echoed through my room. When I pulled the door open, Anton was standing there, his face as unreadable as a stone. Just like his devil of a boss."The boss sent me," he said, his voice flat. "You’re going to the vineyard with him tonight. Prepare yourself."Before I could even draw a breath to argue, to tell him I wasn't going anywhere, or to send him back with a NO he turned on his heel and disappeared down the hallway.I leaned against the doorframe, my heart thudding against my ribs. For three days, I had been waiting for the floor to drop out from under me. I’d expected Salvatore to storm in here, eyes blazing with that dark, terrifying fury, the second Mira had ushered Paul away. I’d braced myself for the shouting, for the promised punishment for leaving the estate without his permission.But instead, he’d given me nothing. Just three days of suffocating silence. He hadn’t looked at me. He hadn’t spoken to me. He’d simply acted like I didn't ex

[ IRIS’S POV ] "I need to go to the bathroom," I whispered to Salvatore. He didn't say anything, but he let his hand slide off my back. I didn't wait. I turned and walked away, feeling his eyes on me until I disappeared into the hallway. The bathroom was quiet and smelled like expensive soap. I stood in front of the large mirror, gripping the marble sink. My heart was thumping against my ribs. I just needed one minute to breathe without him touching me. The door opened. And I looked up at the mirror and saw Sofia standing there. She didn't look like the happy bride anymore. Her smile was gone, and her eyes were cold. She leaned against the door, blocking the only way out. "You look pathetic, Iris," she said, her voice sharp. I turned around to face her. "What do you want, Sofia?" "I want you to remember your place," she snapped, stepping closer. "You're wearing that dress as you've already won. But look at his finger. He's wearing my ring. He’s mine tonight, tomorrow, and ev

[ SOFIA’S POV ]“What is this gala actually for?” Iris asked. I couldn’t help but scoff.“If you’re so naive and silly, then why are you even here? Why come somewhere you aren’t needed, Iris?” I said softly. The nerve of her—invading a space where she didn’t belong.I waited for Salvatore to back me up. I wanted him to finally see that bringing her here was a huge mistake. I wanted him to realize she was just a burden.“Watch and learn, Iris,” was all he said, his voice level. “This is about power. It’s a reminder to everyone in this room that we are at the top.”My eyes burned with anger, but the second he turned his head toward me, I wiped the rage away and put on my perfect, fake smile.Then, I saw Lucia walking toward our table. My blood boiled instantly. I knew her well—she was a snake who would do anything to tear down my reputation as the underworld princess.She didn't even look at me first. Her eyes landed on Iris, filled with pure disgust.“Salvatore,” she said, her smile as

[ IRIS’S POV ]It started as a small flicker in my chest, but within seconds, it grew into a roaring furnace. The air in the vineyard, once cool and smelling of expensive perfume, suddenly felt like thick, humid wool pressing against my skin.I wiped a bead of sweat from my temple, my heart starting to gallop against my ribs like a trapped bird. What is happening to me?"Iris?" Salvatore’s voice sliced through the haze. I felt his hand on my shoulder—cold, steady, and grounding—but the touch sent a jolt of electricity through me that made me gasp. He leaned in, his dark eyes narrowing as he scanned my face. "You’re flushed. Are you okay?""I... I’m just hot," I managed to whisper, though my throat felt like it was closing. My skin felt too tight for my body, and every brush of my clothes against my back felt like sandpaper. "I need to go to the bathroom. Just... a minute."I didn't wait for his permission. I pushed back from the table, my legs feeling like lead and jelly all at once.

[ SALVATORE’S POV ]I lowered her onto the back seat as gently as if she were made of glass, but the second I tried to pull away, her fingers hooked into my collar, dragging me back down."Calm down, Iris. I’ve got you," I murmured, untangling her grip.I climbed in the other side and didn't even let her sit on the leather. I pulled her straight onto my lap, wrapping my arms around her. Even through my suit jacket, her body felt like a furnace. She was trembling so hard I could hear her shaky breath."To the Moretti fortress and call the doctor. Let him be available before we get there," I told the driver. I adjusted her, trying to keep her steady, but she was like a live wire in my arms.“On it boss,” the driver replied.Suddenly, she grabbed my face. Her palms were damp and hot against my skin as she forced her mouth onto mine. It wasn't a soft kiss; it was desperate, messy, and fueled by the fire in her veins. She tasted like the champagne she’d been sipping and the salt of her own