Todos los capítulos de FORCED TO MARRY MY SISTER'S BILLIONAIRE FIANCE : Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

For a few seconds, I couldn't speak I just glanced at Lia in the rearview mirror. Her small face was serious, her eyes waiting for an answer I wasn't prepared to give. "Sweetheart," I said, my voice coming out thinner than I intended. "We'll talk about it later, okay?" Lia frowned but nodded. In the seat beside her, Luca was quiet. He stared out the window, his jaw set in a way that reminded me too much of his father. The rest of the drive home passed in silence. When we finally pulled into our parking spot, I helped them out and walked them upstairs. My legs felt heavy, like I was wading through water. I made them dinner and helped them bathe. I read them a story. All the while, Lia's question echoed in my skull. Is he really our daddy? They knew him as Daddy. They had always known him as Daddy. But they had never asked why he only appeared sometimes and why Mommy never talked about him. They are getting older now, and they were starting to understand that our family didn't

From across the room, Damiano appeared, his jaw tight. He was watching us closely, ready to step in. I held up my hand, telling him to wait.My father took a step closer, his voice softer now. "I know I've failed you, and I know I've hurt you. But I'm still your father, and I want to try."I felt tears prick at the back of my eyes, and I blinked them away."You want to try now? After all these years?"He nodded…before it's too late.I shook my head and let out a shaky breath. "It is already too late," I said. My voice came out quiet but steady. "You had years, Dad. You were not there when I needed you.When I was a scared and lonely child, you were not there, and you forced me to marry a man I never loved.You chose your business and reputation over me; you chose everything but me.His face tightened, but he did not look away."I treated you like you did not exist," he admitted. "I know that, and I told myself you were fine, that you did not need me, and you had your own life.""I w

The candlelight flickered between us, casting shadows across his face. His hand remained there, suspended in the space between us, waiting patiently.My throat tightened… Five years of silence, anger, and convincing myself that I did not need him and building walls so high that I forgot what it felt like to let someone in.I thought about pulling away or making an excuse, about saying I needed air or that it was getting late. The old Gabrielle would have run, but I was tired of running.Slowly, I moved my hand forward. My fingers brushed against his, and the warmth of his skin sent a shiver up my arm. He did not grab me or pull me closer; he simply opened his hand.I placed my palm against his, and his fingers closed around mine, gentle but firm. Like he was holding something fragile and precious."Thank you," he whispered.I looked at our hands joined on the white tablecloth. His thumb moved in slow circles against my skin, and I felt something loosen in my chest. "I used to dream a

The next morning, I woke up with a strange smile on my face.I hadn't slept well; my mind had gone over last night's dinner more times than I wanted to admit.I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling, then I laughed softly at myself."Get a grip, Gabrielle."I climbed out of bed and walked into the kitchen.The apartment was quiet, but that never lasted long when the twins were awake.Lia appeared first, her hair sticking out in every direction."Mommy?"I turned around."Good morning."She walked straight into my arms."Are we having pancakes?"I smiled. "Is that the first thing you say to me?"She nodded seriously."Yes."I laughed and kissed her forehead.A few minutes later, Luca came in, still half asleep. He climbed onto one of the chairs and rested his head on the table."I'm hungry.""Of course you are."I opened the cupboard. "What do you want?""Pancakes."I looked at Lia, and she grinned."See?""Two against one," I said.Soon, the kitchen was filled with the smell o

I stood there, holding my phone tightly. What if the truth was worse than I thought? My thumb still hovered over the call button, shaking slightly.Then I heard three soft knocks on my front door.My heart stopped.I turned towards the door, my body frozen in place. The knocks came again, gentle but insistent. I looked down at my phone, then back at the door.It was late...too late for visitors.My mind raced with possibilities…was it the person sending the photographs or someone watching my apartment and wanting to hurt me?I crept towards the door, my bare feet silent against the wooden floor. My hand trembled as I reached for the peephole.I pressed my eye against it and let out a breath I didn't realise I had been holding.Damiano…He stood in the hallway with his hands in his pockets. His dark hair was a little messy. He still wore the charcoal suit from the photo, but his tie was loose, and he looked tired.I unlocked the door and pulled it open."Gabrielle." His voice was soft;