Surprising my Boyfriend with My Wedding Without Him 39

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Chapter 14:

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Rossini alliance? I almost burst out laughing #

Then he looked at me. That same boyish face, now molded into chvaty pre gave me that posed water, disgusted glance

The kind men reserve for foffing fruit or worsen who bufgrew them

“You ran away to be a mistress, tester said “That’s all you’ll ever be 99%

He took a step forward “No wonder bad hated you since i was my You were always chway?

I said nothing

Lucien started, “She’s not just anyone She’s ”

I touched his arm Gently Silencing him. I turned back to Fdmund and later, smiling at

Believe what you want Mistress Whore Vanishing ghost “I skrigged, missing in closer “You’ll find out soon enough.“%

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dat care what name you give me “I leaned

The orchestra began to breathe again, soff music floating through the affermato live perfume over Blood a

I turned, walked back to my seat beside Lucien Sat like nothing huppenad Murad me my eyes, nodding once. Enzo’s smick sard, We’re ready%

Let the auction begin.

Let the games burn

Tonight, you bid not only with money,” the auctioneer orbóng, volca smooth and sharp, “four with legacy%

He looks right at me Not past me Nof through me At me And I don’t blink Lagao doesn’t move either Mateo, Enzo, even old Don Angelo across the room–they’re all watching me now

‘Let them bid Let them sweat. I’m not here to play their game I’m here to flip the daran Board

I memorize every face that raises a hand. The ones who stay sill. The ones with whisper Behind ther wives fans. Every flicker, every signal. They speak in money, but I speak in memory and revenga A

Then a new painting comes up next. Venetian Gll Old as sin and twice as fwistert. I faal in before see her–Elizabeth Her perfume stabs first, something sour disguised as floral. She raises her paddle A

1 smile. And raise mine.

She stares at me, eyes wild and fake calm. She bids again. I go higher No words Juer a glanced

The crowd’s murmuring now. The Morocco floor scrubber bidding like old blood ropaty What a pocne?

Elizabeth tries one last desperate bid. lift one finger Just one 2

Sold

Applause breaks out. Polite. Confused. Dangerous #

And then she opens her damn mouth A

the practically shouts, eyes glassy.

“Huh. The poor girl who used to scrub floors on that Morocco estate 1944 the thick face to bind her tone brittle “No matter how high your bid was, bonis, you’re still the cleaner The range of Morosos Asin sik” The room hushes like someone slapped a Cardinal

My hand twitches. I want to backhand her so hard her feath spell regret on the auction foor But–t

“Control your emotions,” Lucien whispers beside me, low, deadly “Not now Your kill her later Not here”

I swallow the fire. Hold my glass fighter I glance toward Edmund a

He’s staring.3

Not angry. Not disgusted.

Worshipping #

His eyes drag over me like I’m the holy damn grail and he’s dying of thirst. That smugnes of his is cracked now, replaced with hunger and something far more dangerous–regret Good Let him choke on it a

Then the lights change.”

The auctioneer steps back.

Spotlights bloom #

And the name Angelo Rossini rolls out like thunder down a marble mountain a

Applause. Standing ovation. A few women cross themselves. He walks in like the Pope and the Gexi gror together and made a myth Matteo takes the mic.

“Tonight, we not only auction legacy–we reclaim it. The frue heir has returned Among you She is 48 years old

Murmurs explode a

Chairs creak Fans flutter The room twists on itself, eyes flying across famula facas Than $

They look at Elizabeth #

She stands straighter Chest out Eyes wide like a dear suddenly handed a crown &

“Could it be her?” someone whispers

“She fits the age.“#

“She’s always had that aura’s

“Wasn’t she married to a Rossini once?“#

“She always acted like she was somebody“@

The vultures circle. One man even bows slightly toward her She smiles tight, trembling, delusional

Isip my wine slowly Then Angela Rossini moves Slow, deliberate, a man who’s carried death in his pocket and dynasties in his shadow His eyes scan the room Skip Elizabeth Pass the vultures: Land on me

He walks straight to my table Time slows. He offers his hand. I place mine in it

He pulls me gently to my feet and speaks

“This his voice is thunder and prophecy, “is my daughter. My blood My hair”

The world stops

Gasps erupt Like fireworks breaking over stunned silence. Paparazzi explode in a storm of white light. Elizabeth flinches. Her glass wobbles Falls Shatters Red wine bleeds down her gown like the final stain of a lie. Lester and Loisa? Pale as ash %

Edmund? Stone Like someone carved betrayal into his bones b)

I take one step forward Lift my chin

Then I speak. First time tonight And when I do, it’s not a whisper–It’s legacy reborn #

“I’m honored,” I begin, voice calm as silk wrapped steel, “to carry the Rossini name. To walk in the shadow of a man who built kingdoms and now, to build something greater”

I pause and smile gently.

Let it bleed

“I was lost, once. Forgotten. But blood-“I glance sideways, right at Elizabeth, “-always knows where it belongs “%

The crowd inhales like I just slapped God. And across the room- Edmund

Still staring N

Still frozen.

His mouth parts like he might speak. He doesn’LE

He can’t. He knows N

You stole everything from me. Tonight, I take it back.’B

The auction resumes. But the game has changed.

Now they’re bidding for my attention. Overbids fly. Items skyrocket to obscene prices. And every man who once saw me as background now tries to impress me with generational wealth and inherited bravado.