Chapter 142. Tell Me the Truth

ALEKSANDRER'S POV

I fucked up. I knew I fucked up. In more ways than one.

After months of calm, I foolishly believed that nothing could go wrong on our big day. It didn't matter that we still had Makalov's security watching the hotel. Luca fucking Genovese wormed his way inside. He cornered Rhea and frightened her right under my nose.

Worse than that-I'd scared her. Barking an order at her as if she was one of my underlings. The hurt in her eyes reminded me of a kicked puppy, yet somehow worse. So much worse. And the tears on her face as my aunt protected her, not from Luca, from me- utterly broke me.

Our wedding day was supposed to end in hours of fucking in the bridal suite. I had detailed plans of peeling off her dress with my teeth and listening to her moan until the sun rose.

Rhea didn't talk to me as we boarded a last-minute flight. Her eyes wouldn't drift in my direction. Sitting next to her in silence on the long flight to Sicily drove me mad.<