Todos os capítulos de My Eight Brothers Treasured the Fake Heiress: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

I'm not mute.But I'd learned a long time ago when to keep my mouth shut.During my first month in the old house, I searched for a way out almost every day. Back then, Vito hadn't sealed off all the underground passages yet. The cellar had been built to serve the vineyard. Besides the main door, there was a narrow service passage for wine deliveries that led to the kitchen at the back of the old house.On the first anniversary of my parents' deaths, during the memorial Mass, I heard footsteps everywhere above me. My guard had been drinking, and the door wasn't fully latched. I waited a long time, until things outside finally quieted down, then squeezed through the gap.At eight, I'd lost so much weight that I could easily squeeze through the wine hatch I'd never been able to fit through before. I stumbled and fell my way up to the surface, scraping both knees.The covered walkway outside the chapel was nearby. People dressed in black passed in front of me. I hid behind a stone pillar,

I didn't answer.Not because I didn't want to.The moment I'd waited nine years for had finally come, but I couldn't get a single word out.Anthony moved first.He stepped forward, grabbed Sophia's wrist, and disarmed her. It happened in an instant.Sophia seemed to finally find someone she could cling to and immediately shouted, "Anthony, I was only—"Then Samuel burst in behind him.I had never seen Samuel look like that. He glanced at me, then at Sophia, looking ready to lunge at her."Who are you pointing a gun at?"Sophia backed up."Sammy, listen to me—""Stop."Luca said only one word. Samuel stopped dead. His chest heaved, and his fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles had turned white. I was still shaking. The gun was gone, but the cellar was now packed with people. The air smelled of gunpowder and metal, and I couldn't tell which sounds belonged to the present and which belonged to the past. Gabriel noticed first. He stepped out of the crowd and stopped two steps aw

The prettiest room at the main estate had always been the easternmost room on the third floor. My mother had it redone while she was pregnant with me. When I was little, I thought the wallpaper was too pink, so I secretly drew an ugly horse on it in crayon. My father said the room had to be repainted. Luca refused. He said I could decide for myself when I was older. Nine years later, I stood in front of that door again. The wallpaper had long since been changed. So had the bed. Sophia's dresses hung in the closet, and a bottle of perfume she'd left behind was still on the vanity. The jewelry box my mother had given me sat at the very back, as if no one had touched it in nine years.After only a few seconds, I found it hard to breathe. Luca stood behind me."Clear all of it out."The staff moved to obey. Before they could start, I said, "Don't." Everyone stopped. Luca turned toward me."Seal it," I said. "Don't touch anything yet."He was quiet for a moment."Okay."He didn't say "It's

The year I turned 19, I chose to attend my parents' memorial for the first time.It was at the same chapel.I hadn't been near the old house in two years. When the car stopped, Gabriel asked, "Do you want to use another entrance?" I looked down the long walkway. Nine years ago, I'd crawled out of the underground passage and hidden behind the stone pillar closest to the door. From there, I'd caught a glimpse of Luca walking away. I stood there for a few seconds."This way."Gabriel didn't ask again. I walked over on my own. Every step was slow. The stone pillars were unchanged. The wall lights had been replaced, and a few floor tiles had been relaid. When I reached the spot where someone had clamped a hand over my mouth, I stopped for a moment. No one touched me. Luca and the others waited behind me, keeping their distance. I kept walking. There were no reporters in the chapel and only a few guests. After the memorial, I thought the day was over. Then Niccolo came over and told me someo

When I was 23, the old house in the vineyard was scheduled for renovation. Anthony's first proposal was very simple."Blow it up."I looked at him."What?""The old wine cellar."He pointed at the blueprints."Seal off the perimeter, clear the underground level, and demolish it."Samuel, sitting beside him, clearly loved the idea."I think we should."I didn't say anything. He quickly added, "You decide." I looked up."That's real progress."Samuel fell silent at this.Anthony frowned, though."There's no point keeping it."I closed the blueprints."We're not tearing it down right now."He paused for two seconds."Okay."No one mentioned it again. The old house remained untouched for another year. Then, one fall, I took the keys myself. Luca knew where I was going. He only asked, "Do you want someone to come with you?""You can all come."He said, "Okay." We went to the vineyard together. The old house was much smaller than I remembered. Maybe it was because I'd grown up. The undergrou