Semua Bab BOUND TO THE WRONG SISTER : Bab 51 - Bab 60

[ SOFIA’S POV ]The second the car door clicked shut and we pulled away from the gala, I couldn't hold it back anymore. I slumped against the leather seat and let out a sharp, jagged laugh that filled the quiet interior."What did you do, Sofia?" my father’s voice cut through the dark. He wasn't laughing."Nothing," I said, checking my reflection in the compact mirror and smoothing my stray hair. "I just made sure tonight would be memorable. For everyone.""I asked what you did!" he barked, his hand slamming against the armrest.I rolled. "Relax. I just gave Iris a little push. A drug, Father. Just a little something to make her... friendly. Luke Riggo has been salivating over her all night. Isn't it better if she ends up in his bed instead of thinking she can keep her claws in what’s mine?"My father went deathly still. He looked at me like I was a stranger, or a ticking bomb. "You’re so foolish, Sofia. So incredibly dumb. I did not raise you to be this blind. Do you honestly think Sa

[ IRIS’S POV ]Salvatore had left for an important meeting in the early hours of the morning, but not before instructing Anton to drop me off back at the Russo Estate.The car ride was silent, but my body was screaming. I felt so sore that every movement was an ordeal, and walking was genuinely difficult. Salvatore had nearly crippled me, leaving me with a physical reminder of every moment we’d spent together in that room.I tried to keep my stride steady as I crossed the foyer, but I didn't even make it to the stairs before a sharp voice cut through the air."Where are you coming from? Where did you sleep?"Sofia’s voice rang out from the landing above. She was leaning against the railing, her eyes narrowed and searching.I didn't even stop, though the effort of climbing the stairs made my muscles ache. "I don’t understand, Sofia. What has that got to do with you?""When I ask you a question, Iris, you answer me," she snapped, her heels clicking on the hardwood as she descended to me

[ IRIS’S POV ] The hallways were crawling with guards, but Dante’s security detail was different. As I slipped out of my room, I saw the Moretti men standing at the intersections. They didn't stop me. They didn't even acknowledge me. They simply stepped aside, their eyes fixed on the walls, as if I were a ghost they had been ordered to ignore. He had cleared the path. I made it to the service stairs and descended into the cold, damp air of the estate’s lower levels. The back gate was a mile away, tucked behind the overgrown rose gardens and the old stone chapel where my mother had been buried. The night air was biting, smelling of frost and damp earth. I ran, my lungs burning, the silence of the garden magnified by the distant music of the gala. Every rustle of the leaves sounded like a footstep. Every shadow looked like a hand reaching out to grab me. As I rounded the corner of the chapel, I saw it. The gate was iron, heavy, and rusted from years of disuse. And stan

[ SOFIA’S POV ]The gala had been in full swing for hours, glittering chandeliers throwing light over a sea of gowns and tailored suits. The hum of conversation, the clink of glasses, and the soft strains of the string quartet formed the perfect illusion of civility. My eyes were elsewhere, while my mind was somewhere else.I noticed it first when Salvatore didn’t return to my side after the first dance. He had been at the center of the room, commanding attention as effortlessly as he breathed, and I had expected him to sweep back to me with that cold, magnetic charm. Yet he hadn’t. He had disappeared, leaving a faint scent of sandalwood and danger lingering in the air.I frowned, my hand gripping the folds of my ivory gown. My heels clicked sharply against the marble as I moved toward the grand staircase. Guests turned to look, but I barely noticed. There was only one person I cared about at that moment, and that was Salvatore.I climbed the stairs, each step a drumbeat of unease. He

[ IRIS’S POV ] The first thing I felt was the silence. It wasn't the heavy, watchful silence of the Russo estate; it was a vast, mountain silence that made me feel like the only person left on earth. I opened my eyes to find the other side of the massive bed empty, though the imprint of a head on the pillow told me Salvatore had kept his promise. He had watched me sleep. The thought sent a shiver through me, half-terror, half-thrill. I sat up, the silver orchid necklace clinking against my collarbone. On the nightstand sat a glass of water, a single white rose, and a brand-new smartphone. Beside it was a note in that jagged, aggressive script: “The world is screaming. Don’t answer. I’ll be back for breakfast.”Who is screaming? I ignored the warning and grabbed the phone. The screen was already open to a news feed. The headlines hit me like physical blows. RUSSO HEIR KIDNAPPED? MORETTI-RUSSO ALLIANCE IN TATTERS: LORENZO RUSSO DECLARES WAR. VIDEO: SOFIA ROSSI LEAVES GALA IN TE