Chapter 101: The Body Betrays

The tension in the mansion is a physical weight. It sits on my chest, pressing down until my ribs ache.It has been three days since the partition. Three days since Aureliano locked himself in the East Wing and left us to rot in the luxury of the West.But we aren't rotting. We are suffocating.Ciro and Spadino are everywhere. They are a constant, hovering presence. If I stand up, Ciro is there to offer me a hand. If I sigh, Spadino is asking what's wrong. They are trying to fill the void Aureliano left with their own bodies, their own devotion.It is exhausting.I am sitting in the library. I am trying to read a book on Roman history, but the words swim on the page. My head is heavy. My stomach is a knot of cold iron.I haven't eaten properly in two days. The nausea is back, sharper than before. It strikes at random—morning, noon, midnight. I hide it. I swallow the bile. I smile and say I’m just not hungry.But my body is keeping score.Spadino enters the room. He is pacing. Click. C

Chapter 102: The Awkward Dinner

The dining room is a stage set for a play no one wants to perform.The chandeliers are dimmed to a polite, golden glow, but they don't hide the tension. It hangs in the air like smoke, thick and acrid.Aureliano sits at the head of the table.He is miles away.Physically, he is only ten feet from me. But emotionally, he is on another planet. He is wearing a dark suit, his tie knotted with geometric precision. He is drinking wine—the Amarone he opened the night he accused me of theft.He doesn't look at me. He stares at the centerpiece—a massive arrangement of blood-red roses—as if it holds the secrets of the universe.I sit in the middle.Ciro is on my right. He is a wall of solid, silent heat. He isn't eating. He is watching Aureliano, his hand resting on the table inches from mine, ready to intercept a threat that hasn't materialized yet.Spadino is on my left. He is vibrating. He is tearing a bread roll into tiny, doughy pieces, making a pile of crumbs on the pristine white tablecl

Chapter 103: The Run

The chair legs scream against the marble floor.Skreeee.It is a sound of violence. A sound of escape.I don't excuse myself again. I don't look at Aureliano. I don't look at Ciro, who is half out of his seat, his hand outstretched as if to catch me.I just run.I turn and sprint for the door. My heels slip on the polished stone, but I catch my balance on the doorframe and propel myself into the hallway.The air in the dining room was thick with the smell of roast lamb—grease, rosemary, blood. But the hallway isn't safe either. The scent follows me, a cloying, oily ghost that clings to the back of my throat.My stomach contracts. A violent, cramping spasm that doubles me over as I run.Not here. Not on the floor.If I vomit in the hallway, they will see. They will smell the sickness on me, and they will know it isn't just a stomach bug. They will smell the truth.I need a door. I need a lock.I scramble for the powder room under the stairs. It is the closest sanctuary.I slam into the

Chapter 104: The Question

The library feels like a courtroom where the sentence has already been passed, but the crime hasn't been named.Aureliano is standing over me. His hands are flat on the desk, his knuckles white. He is leaning in, invading my space, using his height and his anger to cage me."A mistake," he said. "We will fix the mistake."He meant abortion. He meant purging the intruder. He meant cutting out the part of me that dared to create a life without his permission.I sink back into the leather chair. The leather creaks. Scritch. It sounds like a bone breaking.I look at Ciro.He is standing by the door. He is the only one who knows. He heard me retching. He saw my face. He felt the changes in my body when he lay with me in the dark.He looks at the floor. He won't meet my eyes. He is the Enforcer. His loyalty is to the House of Wolves, not to the stray they let in.I look at Spadino.The Wildcard. The boy who loves chaos.He is standing near the bookshelf. He has stopped crying. His tears hav

All Chapters of The Vitale Brothers Ruined Me, Then Made Me Their Queen: Chapter 101 - Chapter 104

Chapter 101: The Body Betrays

Chapter 102: The Awkward Dinner

Chapter 103: The Run

Chapter 104: The Question