Todos los capítulos de I Gave His Name to the Woman He Chose: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

When the marriage contract was placed in front of me, I only took a moment to read the terms, but Lucien Moretti urged me three times to sign.He was in a hurry, after all. His precious savior, Isabella, was waiting for him to take her to her favorite opera.So I picked up the pen, but I did not sign my name. I copied Isabella’s handwriting and wrote hers instead.In my last life, I had signed that contract with a heart full of hope. I thought becoming Lucien’s wife meant I would finally stand beside him as the Donna of the Moretti family. Instead, he kept me hidden after the wedding. At every public event, Isabella was the woman on his arm. Every matter that should have required the Donna’s approval went through her first.I told myself I was not strong enough yet. I swallowed every insult and was forced to give up everything that should have been mine.Until the night gunmen broke into the Moretti estate, and Lucien chose her again. He carried Isabella out in his arms while I bled ou

In the bottom drawer of my desk, under a stack of old Vance family letters, I kept the only thing that mattered now: clearance papers for the Raven Wharf auction.Raven Wharf was where old families sold secrets without admitting they were broke. Land deeds, offshore accounts, black ledgers, stolen art, favors written in blood. One vault there held documents my father had hidden before the Vance family fell. If I could get them, I could rebuild without Lucien Moretti's name.The auction opened in seven days.Seven days, and I would be out.Someone knocked."Grace," Lucien said through the door. "We need to talk."I slid the papers beneath a scarf. "Come in."He entered without waiting, his eyes moving over the half-open suitcase. "Going somewhere?""Sorting things.""You were strange today.""Was I?""You gave Isabella the ruby. You gave her your dress. You are either furious or trying very hard to look like you aren't."I folded a blouse and placed it in the suitcase. "Isn't this what

I woke three days later in my own bed, with stitches in my side and a fever burning under my skin.Mira, my maid, nearly dropped the glass in her hand. "Miss Grace. Thank God. I'll get Mr. Moretti.""Don't." My voice came out rough. "Where is he?"Mira's face gave me the answer before she spoke. "With Miss Isabella. She wasn't injured, but she has been... distressed. The doctor said she needs quiet and familiar company."I closed my eyes. Of course.The door opened that evening. Lucien stepped in, still in the same black shirt, his face drawn in a way I might have pitied once."Grace," he said. "I should have protected you."I looked at him from the bed. "How is Isabella?"He flinched. "She is shaken. She keeps waking up screaming. I came as soon as I could.""Then go back.""Don't do that.""Do what?""Act like you don't care."I almost smiled. He could ignore my pain, but not my indifference. That was the part he could not stand."I'm tired, Lucien."He took a step closer. "I will ma

Dante DeLuca was not the kind of man who offered shelter out of kindness. If Grace had gone to him, she had brought him something sharp enough to make the risk worth it.Lucien ordered every file on the Vance family brought to him. Ledgers, old letters, shipping permits, archived warnings, anything Grace had ever sent across his desk. Most of it had never been opened.One envelope stopped him cold. Grace had written it eight months earlier in her neat hand, warning him that a Moretti convoy route had been leaked through a charity account tied to Isabella’s foundation. At the bottom, Lucien had scrawled, Stop chasing shadows.The convoy had been hit two weeks later.He opened another. Grace had warned him about a judge who was taking money from both sides. Another had flagged a warehouse manager with DeLuca ties. One letter, folded so many times the crease had nearly split, asked him not to let Isabella handle Donna approvals because “she mistakes attention for authority, and men with g

Lucien walked into Raven Wharf like a man used to owning every room. The Wharf didn’t bend for him. Men watched from balconies. Women paused mid-conversation. No one moved aside until Dante gave a lazy nod, and even then, the space they made was narrow.Lucien stopped in front of me. His gaze dropped to the bandage hidden badly beneath my dress, then rose to my face.“You should be in bed.”“I was. It bored me.”His jaw tightened. “Come home, Grace.”I set my auction card on the table. “Your bride is at Verona House. Her name is on the contract.”Pain crossed his face, quick but real. “I know what you did.”“No, Lucien. You know what I signed. You still don’t know what you did.”He looked past me at Dante, then back again. “I removed Isabella from the family table. Ravencrest was tied to her foundation. She lied to me, and I should have believed you long before now.”An apology from Lucien Moretti was rare enough to make the room pretend not to listen. I had wanted those words once. I