Todos os capítulos de My Ex chose My Twin, I Married His Billionaire Stepuncle : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Valentina’s POVThe sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a breathtaking golden and violet hue across the sprawling lawns of the estate. The grand reception was in full swing, illuminated by thousands of twinkling fairy lights strung through the branches of the ancient oak trees. Soft jazz music drifted through the warm evening air, mingling with the sound of clinking crystal glasses and joyful laughter.I stood near the edge of the lighted terrace, holding a glass of sparkling cider, watching the crowd. The ballroom doors were wide open, and the long tables were laden with gourmet dishes, delicate pastries, and a towering, five-tier wedding cake.“Penny for your thoughts, Mrs. Ferraro?”A warm, familiar chest pressed gently against my back, and strong arms wrapped securely around my waist. Dante rested his chin on my shoulder, his dark eyes sparkling with quiet amusement.I leaned back into his embrace, a bright smile spreading across my face. “Just thinking about how surreal t

Valentina’s POVThe roar of the engine tore through the quiet night air, shattering the romantic magic of the wedding reception in a single second.Bright headlights cut wildly across the manicured lawns, blinding white beams sweeping over the pristine white silk draperies and the ruined edges of the floral archways. Guests screamed, scattering backward in a chaotic wave of panic and flying champagne glasses.The black sedan came barreling around the final bend of the driveway at reckless speed, its tires screeching loudly against the gravel path. It didn’t slow down as it approached the main courtyard; instead, it swerved sharply, slamming directly into one of the decorative stone pillars near the entrance before finally grinding to a halt with a deafening screech of crumpled metal.Silence fell over the courtyard for one agonizing heartbeat. The music had stopped completely.Then, the driver’s side door flew open.Marco Santini stumbled out of the car. He looked nothing like the pol

Valentina’s POVThe private jet cut silently through the upper atmosphere, soaring far above the turbulent weather systems and the glowing city lights below. Inside the spacious cabin, the soft amber lighting created a warm, private sanctuary. There was no sound except for the gentle, rhythmic hum of the engines and the distant rush of wind against the glass.I sat near the window, wrapped in a plush cashmere blanket that Dante had draped over my shoulders. My wedding dress, though slightly rumpled from the eventful evening, was still draped elegantly around me, a tangible reminder of the chaos we had just left behind.Dante sat across from me on the cream leather lounge seat, working quietly on a sleek tablet. But even as he scrolled through emails and corporate reports to secure the final details of our handover, his dark eyes kept drifting upward to check on me, ensuring I was entirely comfortable.He set the tablet down on the low wooden table between us, letting out a soft sigh a

The sun began its slow descent behind the jagged peaks of the Italian Alps, casting long, golden shadows across the stone patio of the villa. The sky shifted from brilliant blue to bruised shades of violet, orange, and deep rose, painting the surface of Lake Como like an impressionist masterpiece.Valentina sat wrapped in a light cashmere shawl on the edge of the terrace loungers, a glass of crisp white wine resting lightly in her palm. The cool evening breeze carried the earthy scent of pine and lake water, a stark, beautiful contrast to the sterile, high-pressure atmosphere she had lived in for so many years.Footsteps echoed softly against the stone behind her. A moment later, a heavy silk jacket settled over her shoulders, followed by the familiar, comforting weight of Dante’s arms wrapping around her from behind. He pressed a warm kiss to the crown of her head before resting his chin against her hair.“Getting chilly?” Dante murmured, his voice a low, rumbling vibration against h

Valentina’s POVThe soft hum of the private jet’s engines felt like a lullaby as we crossed back over the Atlantic, the rich, buttery leather of the cabin seats cradling us after two weeks of sun-drenched cliffs and quiet Italian mornings.I sat by the window, a thick leather-bound journal open in my lap, though my pen hadn’t moved in ten minutes. Outside, a sea of fluffy white clouds stretched out endlessly beneath the golden glow of the high-altitude sun.Dante sat across from me, reviewing a digital architecture blueprint on his tablet. Even on a plane floating miles above the earth, his mind was sharp, focused, and constantly moving. Yet, the moment I shifted in my seat, the tablet vanished into his lap.“Penny for your thoughts,” Dante said softly, leaning back and stretching his long legs out across the aisle. A small, affectionate smile played at the corners of his mouth.I looked down at the blank page in my journal, then back up at him. “I was just thinking about how strange