All Chapters of They Chose My Sister as the Bride: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

I called the family property office and told them I was moving out of the apartment."Are you sure?" the person on the phone asked. "You have lived there for over four years."Four years. When I first got together with Henry, he wanted me to move into the Moretti estate. But Nina said it was not proper for a Bellandi woman to live with a man before marriage. I thought she had a point. I wanted my own space. So I rented this place, close to Moretti territory. Henry could come by whenever he wanted. He did, sometimes. He would stay the night. This apartment held proof that we had loved each other. It also held too many memories of him picking up a phone call and leaving in a hurry.The person sighed and told me to leave the keys in the mailbox.Not long after I hung up, the door opened. Henry and Nina walked in together.Nina said with a smile, "Henry said you were packing here, so we came to check on you. Oh, and your room at the estate is ready. The one facing south with the terrace. T

The wedding was set for Monday, three days later. In those three days, no one called Jocelyn. No one went to check on her. No one noticed she had stopped responding to messages until the morning of the wedding.That morning, Henry glanced at Nina in the passenger seat and asked if she had the venue address."Of course," Nina said, smoothing her dress. "She never confirmed, but she knows where it is."Henry nodded. "You always handle things well."The car pulled into the Moretti family estate, past the guards at the gate and the black cars lining the driveway. Henry walked ahead with Nina half a step behind him.A staff member approached. "Mr. Moretti, has the bride arrived?"Henry frowned. "She should be here." He called Jocelyn's number. No answer. Again. Nothing. Messages, voice calls, encrypted channels, all silent."She is not picking up," he said, his voice tight.Nina stood beside him. "What is she doing? It is her wedding day. She cannot be sulking now."Henry ignored that and c

Three years later, I came back.I returned to Milan one evening and went to my office on the second floor of an old building in the center of the city. The window faced a small square. I closed my laptop, gathered my files, and put on my coat.When I left three years ago, I had one suitcase. I went to Milan and re-enrolled in law school. My first semester, I lived in an old apartment with no elevator and heat that broke in winter. I wrapped myself in blankets and read until three in the morning. My second semester, I started taking freelance work, translation, contract review, whatever I could find. My third semester, someone read a legal memo I had written and asked if I was interested in private wealth management.I took the offer. I got my license. I joined a firm. I started taking clients. The first year, no one knew my name. The second year, people started asking about "the Bellandi lawyer." The third year, I had my own practice.I had not contacted anyone in three years. No one h