All Chapters of BOUND TO THE WRONG SISTER : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

[ IRIS’S POV ]I sank onto the edge of the velvet-covered bed and pulled the notebook from my bag. Blank pages. Pencil. It was a small comfort, a tether to the world where I had some control. I began to sketch, not people or landscapes, but the layout of the fortress that I managed to see last night and this afternoon, when I walked down to the library with the help of a maid. I sketched just as I knew it: the bedrooms, the hallways, the balconies, the security cameras Salvatore controlled. I marked possible escape routes, points where I could ask questions without giving away the full measure of my fear.It was only a sketch. But it gave me something Salvatore could never fully predict: thought independent of his control.I had made my way to the library in the afternoon to find something to read. Something that would take my mind off the text but what I saw only fuel my suspicion even more. My mother’s books were there. Arranged neatly in a section of the library.My hands shook as

[ IRIS’S POV ]I felt a bitter taste in my mouth, like neem and ash. How much of my life had she sold? How many of my secrets had she delivered behind my back while I thought she was the only one I could trust?She reached the spot where we stood, her movements smooth and professional. She bowed her head in a shallow, respectful greeting."Boss. Ma’am," she said. Her voice was steady, devoid of the warmth she’d used to trick me for years."Maria," Salvatore called.The name that once sounded friendly now felt like gravel in my ears. I looked away from her immediately, I couldn't stand the sight of her face, the face of a woman who had watched me sleep while reporting to the man who stole me."She will be in charge of your protection here, Iris," Salvatore stated, his tone shifting back to that immovable, icy authority. "And she will tend to your needs, just like before.""No," I cut in, turning sharply to face him. My pulse was thundering in my throat. "I don’t need to be protected, a

# IRIS'S POV #"Are you always this dull, or am I just noticing it now?"Mira’s voice cut through the suffocating silence like a blade. She leaned back in her chair, twirling a silver fork between her fingers, her eyes fixed on Sandy with a look of pure, unfiltered boredom. "And who exactly told you my brother would be getting married to you?"Sandy’s face went from pale to a blotchy, indignant red. She slammed her palms onto the white linen tablecloth, making the crystal glasses rattle. "What? We all know that! It’s been the arrangement for years. We all know I’m supposed to be his wife... right, Vincenzo?"She turned a desperate, pleading gaze toward the head of the table. I followed her look, my heart hammering against my ribs, waiting for the patriarch to confirm the death warrant on my heart.But Vincenzo didn't even look up. He was meticulously cutting into a piece of blood-red steak, his movements slow and calm. He acted as if Sandy were nothing more than a buzzing fly in the

[ IRIS’S POV ]The sun was hot, but the water felt cool on my legs. I sat on the edge of the pool, kicking my feet. Mira was splashing around like she didn't have a care in the world."Get in, Iris! Don't be a boring babe!" Mira shouted. She did a backflip into the deep end, her laughter echoing off the stone walls."I’m fine right here," I called back. I wasn't in the mood to play.I could feel eyes burning into my back. I didn't even have to turn around to know it was Sandy. She was sitting on a sun chair, gripping her drink so hard her knuckles were white. If looks could kill, I’d be at the bottom of the pool already.Mira swam over to me and rested her arms on the edge. "Ignore her," she whispered, nodding toward Sandy. "She’s just salty because Salvatore chose you.”“I did not force him to, not like I want any of this.”“And yet you’re enjoying every bit of it, bad gurl,” Mira said laughing."She’s just a side chick who got dumped before she even started," Mira laughed. She splas

[ IRIS’S POV ] The room was silent. It wasn't the nice, quiet feeling of a peaceful morning. It was a cold, empty silence that made my thoughts feel too loud. I sat on the edge of the velvet bed, staring at the wall. The tablet was lying on the floor. Mira had brought it to me a while ago, but I made her leave. I didn't want anyone by my side. I just wanted to be alone. I didn't want to see the world outside these walls. I didn't want to hear Sofia’s voice anymore. But I couldn't forget her words. I could still hear her accusing me, her lies, and her anger. They felt like a poison that wouldn't leave my head. She had told the whole world I was a traitor, and now there was nowhere left for me to run. He didn’t find you at a bus stop. He cleared the path to you. He murdered our mother. The tears came first silently, tracing cold lines down my face, falling onto my hands that shook with rage and fear. I curled inward, hugging my knees, feeling the weight of every betrayal pressing i