Page 215 of Wrong Marriage. Right Groom
His blue suit was slightly disheveled now, tie loosened just enough to betray urgency.
His expression alone was enough to tell me something had gone very, very wrong.
“Boss...” Ramiro swallowed, his throat visibly tightening as he fought to form the words.
“What is it?” Rafael asked.
Ramiro hesitated.
It was the first time I had ever seen him hesitate like that.
“It’s... it’s not Marcello who revealed the marriage to the public,” he said finally.
A pause.
The kind that made my stomach tighten without permission.
“Who is it?” Rafael demanded, his voice dropping into that unnervingly calm register again.
Ramiro swallowed hard.
“Your... your brother.”
The words hit the hall like a physical impact.
Even the silence seemed to shift.
“Bruno,” Rafael said.
Ramiro nodded quickly. “Yes, boss.”
For the first time since I had known him, Rafael looked away.
Just for a second.
His jaw worked once, tightly, as if forcing himself to process something he didn’t want to accept.
Rafael had once told me the only reason he protected Bruno wasn’t simply because they were brothers, but because of a promise he made to their mother the day she was executed by my father.
And now that same brother had stabbed him in the back.
Ramiro stepped forward slightly, his voice lower now. “Boss... killing Bruno is a line you can’t cross.”
That made Rafael look at him again.
The temperature in the room seemed to drop.
“Your uncles will see it as betrayal,” he said. “And once that happens, this stops being control... and becomes war inside the family.”
“I’m the boss here,” Rafael snapped.
Ramiro stiffened instantly.
“I decide what happens,” he said coldly, “and what does not.”
His hand flexed once at his side.
A contained violence.
