Todos os capítulos de Dear Stranger, Kiss Me at My Husband's Wedding. : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

CallistaI realized I was going blind the same night my husband married another woman. Unfortunately, I didn’t know that yet, all I knew was that my vision had suddenly turned to shit.The glossy black nails in front of my face looked like smeared shadows instead of the flawless manicure I’d paid a ridiculous amount for. The restroom floor tilted slightly beneath my heels, and the expensive marble sink beside me felt like the only thing keeping me upright.“What the fuck…” I muttered.Then someone started banging hard on the door. “Hello?! Is somebody in there?!”I blinked hard, forcing my eyes to focus, but the world swam like I’d been thrown into deep water.What the hell is wrong with me?My lips stretched into a weak smile, though no one was there to see it. The kind of smile rich women practiced in mirrors. Only this one trembled, and my hand shook harder.My chest tightened painfully. “What is going on…” I whispered hoarsely, my voice barely audible.Another BANG. “Hello?!” a fe

CallistaI stared at the lawyer like he’d just started speaking a language I’d never heard before. My chest heaved violently, each inhale scraping my throat like broken glass. It felt like someone had shoved a fist into my lungs and was squeezing. “So…” My voice trembled, each word fragile. “I’m the only idiot who didn’t realize my husband already divorced me?”He froze. I could see something twist in his gut…panic maybe. I didn’t care. My breathing was all wrong too fast, too shallow, like my body had forgotten how to work.“Mrs. Madden… please calm down.”“Don’t tell me to calm the hell down!” My voice cracked, sharp and wet with fury. “You walk into my hospital room and casually tell me my husband divorced me like you’re commenting on the weather!”He flinched. I tried to sit up, but the room spun and dizziness slammed into my skull. I grabbed the bed railing, gasping. “What kind of sick joke is this…?” I muttered.He stared at my chest heaving, and I knew he’d never seen a reactio

Callista“You’re awake?”His voice slid into me like a blade wrapped in velvet. It didn’t just reach my ears; it crawled under my skin. I didn’t even breathe.He stood there, he didn’t just stand, he loomed shirtless.Only a white towel hung low on his waist, clinging just enough to make it indecent. Water still dripped from his body, sliding down his chest in slow, sinful trails. His skin gleamed under the soft light, every muscle carved like something sculpted by a damn god.No….scratch that. He was a god.A terrifying, unfairly beautiful one.My eyes betrayed me, dragging over him before I could stop them. His broad shoulders, defined chest and abs so sharp they looked like they could cut glass. And his arms…God.His arms.Veins ran along them, thick and visible, flexing slightly as he shifted the tray in his hand. They looked strong enough to break things. To hold things….FUCK….to hold me.Heat rushed through me so fast it made me sick.What the hell was wrong with me?I jerke

CallistaI can’t let a fucking psychopath distract me.That thought kept looping in my head like a broken record as I stepped out of the room, my bare feet barely making a sound against the cold marble floor. My heart was already beating too fast, like it knew something I didn’t. Or maybe I did know and I was just too scared to say it out loud.This place wasn’t normal.The hallway stretched endlessly, lined with tall walls that swallowed light instead of reflecting it. The silence was thick, it wasn't a peaceful silence. This was the kind that made your ears ring. I felt watched even when I was completely alone.“Shit…” I whispered under my breath.There were no maids, no househelps, o footsteps, no distant voices. For a mansion this big, it felt… dead.Who the hell lives like this?I turned a corner, then another, and another and that’s when it hit me.I was lost.“Great. Fucking great, Callista,” I muttered, dragging a shaky hand through my hair. “Get kidnapped and then get lost in

CallistaThe first time I called my accountant, he thought I was a damn scam.Not just suspicious, he actually laughed. A dry, careful laugh like he was humoring some desperate idiot on the other end of the line.“Nice try,” he said, voice clipped. “Mrs. Madden doesn’t sound like this.”The line went dead. For a second, I just stared at the phone in my hand like it had personally betrayed me. Then it slipped from my fingers and hit the floor with a dull crack.“What the fuck…?” I whispered.Then louder.“WHAT THE FUCK?!”My chest tightened so hard it felt like my ribs were closing in on my lungs. I dragged both hands through my hair, tugging at it like I could rip the frustration out of my skull. Strands fell loose around my face as I paced the room like a caged animal.That’s when it hit me.That bastard.That manipulative, controlling, psychotic bastard. “Luca…” I hissed, my voice trembling with rage. “You fucking planned this.”Why else would he take my phone? Why else would he isol