Vibe Writes
I caught my boyfriend in bed with two women. That same night, I walked into Milan's most exclusive club and drank whiskey for the first time.
The next morning, I woke up with a marriage certificate on my floor.
My husband? Matteo Moretti. One of Italy's four identical billionaire brothers.
When I arrived at their palazzo, four gorgeous, terrifying men stood before me. Same face. Same cold eyes. Same cruel mouths.
"Drag this lying girl out," their father ordered.
Then one brother stepped forward, his dark gaze burning slowly down my body.
"You don't remember me, sweetheart?" His voice dropped low enough to melt bone. "Because I remember every sound you made."
They called me a cockroach. A stray dog. A gold digger in cheap shoes.
They had no idea.
I wasn't drunk that night. I wasn't lost. Five years ago, their company killed my parents and buried the proof. I married a Moretti on purpose.
I just never planned on four identical men making me forget which one kissed me. And I never planned on falling for the one whose family I came to destroy.
One fake bride. Four dangerous brothers. One buried murder.
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