All Chapters of BOUND TO THE WRONG SISTER : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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21-Confrontations

[ IRIS’S POV ] Her words landed like blows. I wanted to protest, to tell her she didn’t understand, but the truth sat in my chest like a stone. And tell her how part of me wants her fiancé’s mouth all over my body. But I couldn’t. “Do you even know? Do you know what kind of man Salvatore is? When he claims, no one can take it.” “I know what he is,” I said softly. “I also know what I am. I’m not his victim, Sofia. I’m not weak. I will survive… and I will.” Sofia’s eyes softened for a fraction of a second, then hardened again. “I hope you’re right. Because if you underestimate him, even for a second, it will cost you everything. And don’t think for a moment that I’ll stand by. I’ve protected this family my entire life, and I will not watch it crumble because of some… obsession you can’t control.” The words left a taste in my mouth I didn’t like. She wasn’t just warning me, she was drawing the line. And it wasn’t about me. It was about Salvatore. About what he repre

22-The devil’s lips

[ SALVATORE’S POV ]“Tell me Sofia. Tell me you’re here to drop on your knees again. Strip yourself naked and beg me to take you. Who knows? Maybe you would be on my lucky side today.” I said. My head tilted to the side. Taking in her form in a slow deliberate act.“Tell me why you’re here, I’m kind of busy as you can see,” I asked, already moving towards the door.I felt it already. She has confronted Iris, just like I want. Iris needed to be shaken. Fear had a way of clarifying loyalty.“Why? Why Iris, have you been watching her over the years? What did she have that I didn’t have Salvatore? My sister is naive, inexperienced but me. I can give you all that you desire, all you just have to do is say the word.” She said blocking my path.I looked at her silently for a while and walked away from her. I had nothing to say to her. Because her job was done.——The Moretti estate had an unnatural calm that evening, the kind of quiet that makes every shadow come alive. I stood in my room,

23-The florist

[ IRIS’S POV ]The morning arrived quickly.The breakfast room looked the same, sunlight spilling across polished marble, silverware aligned with obsessive care, but everything else felt off. Like the house itself was holding its breath.Sofia sat across from me. Glowing.She wore a cream silk dress that clung to her waist before falling loose around her legs, delicate embroidery tracing the neckline. Her hair was pinned back just enough to look effortless. Bridal perfection. The kind of woman people smile at without knowing why.Salvatore sat beside her.He barely ate.His fork moved. Paused. Lowered again. His attention drifted, plate, coffee, then me. Always me. Openly. Enough that Sofia noticed. Enough for my skin to be stripped bare, as though he were memorizing me piece by piece.I’d spent the entire night awake, replaying everything. Every look. That kiss refuses to leave my head. I regretted not letting it last longer. My gaze moved to his lips and I saw it curved to the side

24-Mira collapsed

[ IRIS’S POV ]I chose the dress carefully.Not because the occasion demanded it, the flowers didn’t care about what I wore, but because something in me did. The pale-blue fabric felt cool against my skin, light enough to breathe in. It cinched slightly at my waist. The straps were thin, leaving my shoulders bare.I slipped into nude sandals and tied my hair low at the nape of my neck, fingers lingering as a few strands slid free. I didn’t pull them back. I let them stay. When I was done, I stood there longer than necessary, staring at myself in the mirror.A knock came in silence. I look over my shoulder at the door.“Come in,” I said calmly but enough for whosoever was there to hear.The door opened and Maria stepped inside, her eyes scanning me once before settling into a gentle smile. “ Miss Sofia is waiting.”I nodded, then hesitated. I ran my hands over the front of my dress, a nervous habit I hated and couldn’t stop. “Does this look okay?”Maria tilted her head, considering me

25-A kiss in exchange of blood

[ IRIS’S POV ]Anton placed Mira into the back seat of his car with care. She remained limp, her head lolling slightly as he settled her in.He shut the door and moved to the driver's side.Before I could step into the same car as Anton, Salvatore’s hand closed around my wrist.“You’re with me.” And without waiting to hear whatever I want to say. He was already dragging me with him.He guided me toward the second vehicle, a matte-black Rolls-Royce Cullian waiting a short distance away. Even though I'm Russo I never get to enter a fancy car. You are my hidden card. You have to be protected. Stay hidden. That’s what I keep hearing all my life. A low-key life I’m very pleased with.Sofia hurried after us. Salvatore, wait.”She reached for the door at his side.He stopped her. Not with force. Just a quiet motion that made it clear she’s not welcome there. “No salvatore,” she stared at him. “I’m riding with you.”“You’re not.” His voice was even. “Move back, I have somewhere to be.”Sofi

26-Waiting for someone?

[ IRIS’S POV ] Sleep refused me like a punishment. I turned onto my side, then my back, my stomach. The sheets tangled around my legs, trapping heat, trapping thought. Every time I closed my eyes, the dark felt watched. I opened them again. The camera blinked softly from the corner of the room. I looked at it intensely. Is he there? The idea of him seeing me like this, restless, unraveling, made my skin prickle. He didn’t need to be in the room to feel present. He never did. I rolled onto my back, staring at the ceiling, but my mind had already slipped. The event at the hospital came back without permission. White walls. Harsh lights. The steady, cruel beeping of machines keeps Mira alive. Sofia is standing too close to Salvatore. Her voice rang in my ears. “I’ll help her.” She said, tilting her head, eyes bright. “Only if you give me a French kiss.” The same lips I had kissed on our way to the hospital. I remember freezing. Holding the hem of my dress tightly. She requested

27-The sunroom

[ IRIS’ POV ]I stood there, my hand still wrapped around the doorknob. For a moment, I didn’t move.Maybe my eyes were lying to me. Maybe exhaustion had finally won and started inventing things to fill the silence. The room was dim, shadows stretching long across the floorboards, reaching for me like skeletal fingers.Then he shifted.The motion was fluid, a subtle ripple of muscle that grounded the hallucination into terrifying reality. Salvatore sat on my bed as he owned it, like he owned the air I was breathing. I blinked once, twice, waiting for the image to dissolve into the dark.But he was still there.“What are you doing here?” I asked. My voice betrayed me, it was too soft, too breathless for someone trying to act unsurprised.He tilted his head slightly, studying me like I was a puzzle he’d already solved but enjoyed taking apart piece by piece.“That’s rich,” he said calmly, his voice a low velvet rasp. “Coming from someone who ran to the library because she was missing me

28-The gallery’s of ghost

[ IRIS’S POV ]I turned on her, my voice trembling with a sudden, sharp defensive heat. “You don’t get to poison things just because you hate him.”Sofia tilted her head, watching me with a look that was almost pitying. Then she laughed, a light, musical sound that felt entirely too delighted for the darkness surrounding us. “You’re such a fool, Iris. A big one at that.”The word stung, hitting a bruise I didn’t know I had. She had always seen me that way, a naive girl playing at being a woman, easily manipulated by the men in our world.Her gaze shifted, becoming sharp and sudden, like a predator spotting a weakness. “That boy from your school. Where is he now?”The question made me pause, the air suddenly feeling thin. My chest tightened with a slow-creeping dread. “Salvatore said he moved away,” I said, though even as the words left my lips, they felt fragile. That was what he had told me. That was the lie I wanted to live in.Sofia blinked once, slowly. “He lied,” she said, her smi

29-You hit me?

[ IRIS’ POV ]I left my room quietly. The door closed behind me with a soft click, but my heart was loud in my chest. The hallway stretched ahead, the walls decorated with portraits of dead men and living monsters. The more I looked at them, the more I saw myself as the living dead and Salvatore as the monster. I looked away. As I walked, the silence broke, sharp sounds cutting through the air.A fist hitting flesh. A body slamming into a mat.The training room.I stopped outside the door for a moment. The noise leaked through the thick wood like a warning. Then, I pushed it open.The room was wide, with black mats covering the floor, mirrors lining the walls, and weapons mounted like trophies. The air was heavy with sweat, iron, and a familiar scent of blood. Sofia was the first person I noticed.My mouth nearly dropped at what she was wearing. She wore a black net crop top that clung to her chest and tactical shorts cut dangerously high. Her hair was tied into a ponytail that whipped

30-The plan

[ IRIS’S POV ]Salvatore moved. One second he was standing in front of me, his gaze cold and unreadable. Next, his arm cut through the air toward me. Pure instinct took over. I screamed, the sound tearing out of my chest as I flinchedThe punch never reached me.It passed my face by inches, so close I felt the wind of it brush my cheek, and went behind me instead.Micheal.He reacted fast, twisting his body and throwing his elbow up to deflect the blow. But it didn’t stop it completely. The impact still caught him hard, lifting him off balance and sending him crashing into the mats.The sound was sickening. Michael rolled once and stayed down.I froze on the spot. My stomach dropped as I stared at where the punch had gone. At the space where my head had been a heartbeat earlier. Realizing crept through me, slow and terrifying.That punch would have killed me, if it had been thrown my way. Not injured. Killed.Sofia was suddenly beside me, and she placed her hands on my shoulder. A

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