Page 103 of Wrong Marriage. Right Groom
The sound echoed upward, multiplying into open space.
The room we entered was large enough that my footsteps didn’t return immediately, which told me more than sight ever could.
A mansion.
We moved deeper inside.
A faint chime sounded somewhere far away.
Maybe wind brushing through an open terrace. Or glass. Or something ornamental meant to remind visitors they were inside something expensive enough to include beauty as decoration.
After a few more steps, he stopped.
I felt it instantly in the shift of his body beside me.
Then he spoke again.
“Ramiro will take you to your new room.”
A pause.
“If you need to learn the layout—distances between rooms, turns, steps—he will assist you until you master it.”
Master it.
The word landed oddly in my chest.
“Sister-in-law.”
The voice came from behind me—light, almost amused.
My entire body locked instantly.
Bruno.
Of course.
My fingers curled tightly at my side before I could stop myself.
For a split second, I almost asked what he was doing here, until reality settled in again like a weight in my chest.
He was Rafael’s brother. Of course he would be here. Of course he had access.
Footsteps followed—confident, unhurried.
Each one made something in my stomach tighten.
A tight unease formed in my chest—please, let it not be true that Bruno was living here too.
The thought came before I could stop it.
Because if he was here, then I was not safe here.
“I know we didn’t start on the best terms,” Bruno said smoothly, his voice wrapped in something that tried too hard to resemble sincerity, “but you’re family now, Loretta. You deserve the respect my brother’s wife is entitled to.”
My jaw tightened at the phrasing.
My brother’s wife.
