SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MARAZONA HEIR [ Series] のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 3

Serafina De Luca “Seriously, Mother, if anyone in this house has to marry that dying man, it should be Serafina!” Mirabella’s shrill voice cracked through the midnight silence like shattered glass, sharp enough to make me flinch even before the words truly settled in. I kept my head down. Kept scrubbing. Kept my knees pressed into the cold marble floor while the dirty water soaked through the thin fabric of my dress and numbed my skin. The mop handle trembled in my hands. Not because the floor was hard to clean. Because I already knew where this conversation was going. A crystal chandelier hung above the grand hallway, spilling warm golden light over expensive paintings, imported vases, and the spotless staircase curling toward the second floor like something from a palace. Everything in the De Luca mansion screamed wealth. Everything except me. I was kneeling in the center of it, barefoot, damp, exhausted, dressed in one of Mirabella’s old faded house gowns with bleach st

Serafina De Luca: For three long seconds, Vincenzo Marazona did nothing but stare at me. The applause around us slowly died. One by one, the clapping hands lowered. A strange discomfort spread through the cathedral like smoke. Because something in the groom’s face had shifted. The cold indifference was gone. In its place stood something far more terrifying. Pure rage. His eyes sharpened on me as if he could burn straight through the silk of my gown and pull answers from my bones. Then his gaze flicked toward my father. Then Rosalina. Then back to me. His jaw clenched so hard a muscle ticked. When he spoke, his voice came out low. Deadly. “Who the hell is this?” The priest blinked. “Huh?” That was all the poor man managed before Vincenzo turned his head with such frightening slowness that even I forgot how to breathe. “I asked,” Vincenzo said, every word cut from ice, “who the hell is standing in front of me?” Silence. Absolute silence. No organ music. No whispe