Todos los capítulos de He Kept Me Waiting for Seven Years. I Married His Brother Instead: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 8

His words hung in the air, sharp as broken glass, but I didn't flinch. Lorenzo held Rosaline against him, his jaw set in that familiar, protective stance he always assumed whenever she was near.Rosaline peered from behind his broad shoulder, her dark eyes wide with manufactured terror. It was an old performance, and I used to fall right into her trap.I remembered three years ago, when the quiet humiliation had driven me to my limit. I had confronted Rosaline in the gardens, demanding to know why she kept ending up on the island with my fiancé. When she smiled—a tiny, cruel little curl of her lips—I had lost control and slapped her.The fallout had been swift and brutal. Rosaline had collapsed, pale and trembling, claiming the shock had sent her delicate health into a spiral. Lorenzo hadn't even yelled at me. He had simply looked at me with cold disgust and banned me from the estate for two months, forcing me to publicly apologize to her. I was the one who spent nights crying in an

Ethan’s footsteps echoed against the marble floor, deliberate and heavy, as he walked straight past the frozen crowd. The oppressive silence in the hall stretched so thin it felt ready to snap. Lorenzo’s face contorted into a mask of pure rage. He shoved Rosaline aside—nearly causing her to stumble—and stepped into Ethan’s path, his chest heaving.“You’re out of your mind, Ethan,” Lorenzo spat, his hands balling into tight fists. “Lucy is my fiancée. The wheel’s outcome is void. She isn't going anywhere with you, let alone to that island.”Ethan didn't even slow down. He stopped just inches from Lorenzo, towering over his younger brother with an air of absolute, suffocating dominance. His gray eyes were cold, amused, and utterly devoid of fear.“Void?” Ethan asked softly, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. “Since when does the ruler of the empire break the sacred law set by himself? You insisted on the rule yourself, Lorenzo. ‘A Moretti never breaks his word.’ Isn't that the motto

The next morning, as the harsh sunlight swept through the window and fell on my eyes, I found the bed beside me was empty. The heavy silk sheets still held the faint heat of Ethan’s body and the scent of cedarwood. From behind the frosted glass door of the adjacent bathroom came the steady, rhythmic hiss of a hot shower.I sat up, wincing slightly as my body reminded me of the frantic, possessive hours that had passed between midnight and dawn. Ethan hadn't lied. The quiet restraint he’d displayed down in the living room had burned away the second his lips hit mine, replaced by a deep, breathless intensity that had left me completely unspooled.I looked down at my hands, no longer trembling.“Get pregnant and have someone whom you can call your own after I’m gone.”My grandmother’s final wish echoed sharply in my mind.‘F*ck this monster!’ I thought, ‘He really went for seven rounds!’ Considering my ovulation, I must have gotten pregnant. I had done it. ‘Grandma wishes me to bui

One year later “Two hundred dollars!” Rosaline said excitedly, counting the money she had robbed by falsely accusing a youngster of molestation in the dark alley. Beside her, Lorenzo smirked reading a cut out from the newspaper lying on the trash can.He was unrecognizable. The tailored Brioni suits were gone, replaced by a threadbare coat he’d bought off a street vendor in Naples. The sharp, imperious jawline that had once commanded boardrooms and terrified lieutenants was now buried beneath a ragged, salt-and-pepper beard. His hands, perpetually tremulous, fumbled with a damp cigarette."He's taking the vessel out today," Lorenzo muttered, his voice a dry rasp. "The Valeria. My ship. He renamed it the Lucia.""Shut up, Lorenzo," Rosaline hissed, not turning her head. "You’ve said that every morning for a week.""It was mine," he insisted. "Everything was mine.""And now you're a ghost living on my money and stolen cash," she snapped, her voice breaking with bitter exhaustion. "You