All Chapters of Married to my fiancé's father: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ALESSANDRO I have a wife.And her name is Lorena Moravia.My perception of marriage was skewed from a young age due Gulio’s mother and it was an excruciatingly incompatible pairing.They taught me to loathe the idea of tying oneself to another person for life, which is why I’ve always viewed marriage as a possible business opportunity. Nothing more and nothing less.However, those feelings have changed dramatically since I witnessed Lorena’s ability to love wholeheartedly.She was crying nonstop. I know because I have cameras here and I’m the only one with access. What made matters worse was how she was often looking for ways to escape me.I didn’t expect much when I asked if she wanted to be my wife, but her reaction woke a foreign part of me. A strong sense of possessiveness grabbed hold of me and still refuses to let go.The room plunges into silence after Viktor escorts the civil servant out. Part because I can’t get enough of studying the woman standing in front of me, lookin

LORENA I’m a lost cause.I might have been staring at Ales’s sleeping face for the past hour or so, strongly refusing to look away from him.It’s such a rare occurrence to see him sleep, because I always fall asleep first but after I suggested helping him last night, he laid his head on my chest and closed his eyes.So I stroked his hair and sang to him, and we somehow both fell asleep. It was the best sleep I’ve had in ages. No nightmares, and no reminder of who I’m supposed to be.In fact, it was full of peaceful colors and Ales’s fatally beautiful face. I woke up with a smile on my lips and his erection pressed against my thigh.Our clothes and my surprisingly intact wedding dress are lying all over the floor, and we smell like each other after the bath we had together before bed.Ales held me against him, then washed and massaged every inch of my body. To say last night was the best night of my life would be an understatement.Not only did we get married, but he also made me feel

LORENA A knock sounds downstairs, and I flinch, but it’s entirely due to fear. It’s still late afternoon, so I thought I had more time to tidy up the cottage, but maybe Alessandro missed me so much that he came early and will save me from papa’s plan.At least, that’s what I choose to believe as I slip into a robe and wrap the belt around me. I practically fly down the stairs and throw the door open with a huge grin on my face.I’m about to jump him in a hug, but I freeze.It’s not Ales who’s standing in front of the door.Not even close. A henchman looks at me without a change of expression, his hands balled into fists on either side of him and his face hard.“ I'm Giuseppe a guard of your father here to take you.” he declaredAs I took a step back he took a step into that house. “ I was told to deliver the news to you and if you didn't change your mind I should bring you in by any means possible.”Oh, shit.ShitHe walks around the place, checking power sockets, beneath the sofa

ALESSANDRO Her lips tremble, and she whispers so low that I can barely hear her, “I can’t…”“It’s just an ‘I do,’ Simona. Say it.”She shakes her head.“Everyone is watching, including your papa.” My tone turns sinister, provocative. “Say. It.”“No! I can’t!” she screams at the top of her lungs. This time, not only do I hear it, but the entire audience does, too.This is really going above and beyond what I knew was coming.Simona screaming? In public? At all, for that matter? And with so many emotions?Someone called the Emotions police.I didn’t think she was capable of saying anything that didn’t sound like a real-life imitation of a robot.Without another word, she grabs the material of her wedding dress, hikes it up, and runs out of the church, leaving me stranded at the altar.From the outside looking in, I should be either mad or humiliated. In reality, I’m barely stopping myself from breaking out in laughter.Now, that’s how it’s done.The crowd goes silent, but only for a be

ALESSANDRO “I’m sorry, Ales.”“What the fuck are you apologizing for? This isn’t my fucking wife. Find her.”He doesn’t move, not even an inch.“What are you waiting for? I told you to fucking find her.”“You already did, Ales.”I grip him by the collar and haul him against me to peer down his goddamn nonexistent soul.“Don’t fuck with me, Cesare. I told you this isn’t her, so your job is to nod your fucking head and go find her.”He clasps my hand, and instead of removing it, he squeezes. “My job is to tell you hard truths, and the current one is that we were too late. Lorena died in the aftermath of the bombing. I understand that you don’t want to accept that—”His words are cut off when I slam my fist in his face. He staggers back, barely catching himself before he falls.“Shut the fuck up. She didn’t die.”He says nothing, but his gaze falls on the ring I’m still clenching in my hand. He doesn’t have to speak for me to hear “You’re holding the evidence.”I lift my head and star