My Fake Sister Sold Me To The Don — Not Knowing I'm His WifeChapter 2

Chad looks me up and down, suspicious.

"You're not planning to run, are you?"

I nearly laugh in his face.

Run? I'm going home. Why would I run?

But Chad leans in close.

"I'm warning you, Estella. I know your type."

"Girls raised in the gutter. Slippery. Two-faced. Always working an angle."

"And drop the fantasies. Yara is my fiancée. Not some feral runaway like you. Don't even look at me."

Cute.

I have a gorgeous, terrifying, obsessed husband at home. And this frog thinks I'm eyeing him?

Chad shoves me into the car anyway.

Yara clings to his arm, all sugar. "Chaddy, take me too. I can't be apart from you that long."

"What if she seduces you on the way? I couldn't stand it."

Chad flicks her nose. "Dummy. Only you. I'd never touch trash like that."

"I heard she slept her way to the top. God knows how many men have had her."

Yara insists on riding along. She says she needs to keep an eye on me so I don't wreck the family's plan.

Chad watches me in the rearview mirror. Pure contempt.

"Estella. Behave. The Rocci estate isn't a place a girl like you gets to act up."

Yara chimes in. "Don't worry, Chaddy. She wouldn't dare. Getting to run errands for me is the honor of her miserable life."

I lean back and close my eyes. Not worth the breath.

These people have skin thicker than bulletproof glass.

The car climbs the hill. The white villa rises through the trees.

I relax completely.

I picked those sycamores myself. Damiano planted that whole bed of irises at the turn, just for me.

God, it feels good to be home.

I wonder if my sulky husband will forgive me on sight, once he sees the state I'm in.

Yara catches the look on my face.

She shrieks. "STOP THE CAR!"

Chad slams the brakes. "Yara, baby, what? We're right there."

Yara stares at me like she wants to skin me.

"Look at her face. She looks like she's going to meet a lover. Not a punishment."

She leans in, voice pure venom.

"Estella. You think meeting the Don is your big chance? Gutter girl finally climbs the ladder?"

I open my eyes. Calm.

"You've got a wild imagination. You should write novels."

"You DARE talk back?!"

Yara turns red. She clings harder to Chad and switches on the baby voice.

"Chaddy, she has no manners. If she pulls this attitude in front of the Don, we're all dead."

Chad frowns.

"Estella. Yara's right. Before we drop you off, we're going to teach you how to behave."

He gets out. Yanks me from the car by the hair.