All Chapters of The Don’s Wrong Bride: Now He’s Obsessed With Her: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Gianna’s POVThe dark sky erupted with blinding lights as hundreds of firecrackers burst into the air.I stood near the wall-to-ceiling window, watching the fireworks with stunned eyes because this… watching fireworks had been my favorite thing since childhood.And tonight, it was my husband who was making it happen.But not for me.It was for his first love, Naya. For her birthday.I had seen the report on the news earlier—that Leone had bought out every fireworks display in the city and ordered them to keep the sky lit until dawn. The report also claimed that Leone was planning to marry his longtime girlfriend.Marry her?How?He was already married to me—Naya’s younger sister, Gianna Valenti, the fat, unwanted outcast of the family. However, Leone had never acknowledged our marriage publicly. He never took me to an event, a gala, or any celebration where other wives stood proudly beside their husbands. I was always left at home, waiting for him like a dutiful, loyal wife while he

My heart clenched despite knowing how he felt about her when his hands rested on her slim waist. I averted my eyes and got up, trying to pull my zipper closed behind me.“What are you doing here?” I heard Leone ask my sister.“To see you, my love.” She said it in her most sensual voice, and I let out a frustrated breath. Why couldn’t I speak like her?“It’s late,” he said as he gently pushed her away and turned to look at me.“Yeah, and I’m staying here tonight,” she whispered sweetly.I was still struggling with my zipper. When I looked toward the door, I found Naya’s blue eyes, identical to mine, fixed on me with disgust. But then her gaze fell on the necklace around my neck, and I saw a flash of jealousy in her eyes before she quickly masked her expression.“Gia, what are you doing?” she giggled innocently, but the mockery in her voice wasn’t hidden from me. “We are here, and you’re removing your dress. Don’t be so shameless.”Then she placed a hand on Leone’s arm and whispered, “P

My cheek stung as tears welled in my eyes. I had no idea what I had done this time—until I caught the quiet, satisfied smile spreading across Naya’s face.“Gianna Valenti, how did you become such a filthy slut?” she roared, the words ringing through the foyer as tears spilled down my cheeks. “Screaming a man’s name in the middle of the night? Is this the pathetic way you try to keep a man?”I looked at Naya. So she had called Mother to complain about me sleeping with my husband?“Mother, what happens in our bedroom is between a husband and a wife,” I said softly, keeping my voice low. “No one else has a right to speak on it.”“Gianna!” She lunged again, her palm raised to deliver another slap.“Mother, no!” Naya rushed forward, stepping between us to 'rescue' me.“You know how she is, Mother. She’s always been spoiled and stubborn,” Naya soothed, laying a gentle hand on her arm. “Please, don’t get provoked and cause a scene here.”Our mother exhaled sharply, trying to regain her compos

“She probably blackmailed him after seeing the news,” I said out loud, drawing both Bianca’s and Lucia’s attention.“You’re right,” Bianca scoffed, crossing her arms. “There’s no way my brother would actually gift her something like that. She isn't worth street-vendor glass, let alone sixty million on a diamond.”“Yeah, right—it was probably meant for you, Bianca,” I said, laying on my sweetest tone. “You’re Leone’s precious sister, and everyone knows how much he adores you and Lucia. If I were his wife, I would’ve given it to you without a second thought. My beautiful sister-in-law deserves only the best.” Bianca’s face softened, visibly flattered. “I swear, I hate that you had to leave and that pig got to marry my brother. I wish there was some way you could be his wife instead.”I looked back at her, softening my expression into pure vulnerability.“Bianca, you know I’ve always loved you like my own sister. It breaks my heart to see how Gianna treats you like this.” I let my voice