My Runaway Groom Came Back I Became His Aunt! novel Chapter 27

Chapter 3

When we were close to my place, I told him to stop.

“Here is fine.”

He glanced at me, then lowered his gaze.

His eyes fixed on the mess of scar tissue across my chest, where the old words were still visible beneath the fresh burn.

“…Uh, Luca?” I didn’t dare move.

The next second, he leaned down and bit hard into the scar.

Pain exploded through me. My vision blurred as fire shot behind my eyes, and I arched my back, twisting to escape.

But he caught my wrists and pinned them firmly against the seat.

His teeth sank deeper, tracing the shape of the words as if he wanted to erase them.

“Does your father know you’re selling yourself now?” His hot breath brushed my skin. “The professor’s daughter turned into a prostitute. I bet that would give him another heart attack.”

“I’m guessing you don’t take his money anymore. After all, you’re family.”

He still hated me for that.

Back then, Bianca, his perfect little victim, came to my father every night for tutoring. She didn’t get into the music conservatory she wanted, and my father had been genuinely disappointed for her.

Then the rumors exploded.

Bianca claimed my father had molested her. After posting a long accusation online, she slit her wrists.

My father collapsed completely after that and shut himself inside the house. At the same time, Luca began his revenge.

He didn’t know anything. My father could barely move now and spent his days in a wheelchair.

I shoved Luca hard. “Luca! You bastard!”

He blinked, blood staining his lips.

“Still not as bad as your father.” He wiped his mouth. “Bianca suffered a thousand times more than you ever

will.”

I stared at him, my chest heaving, unable to speak.

He leaned closer and whispered coldly.

Chapter 3

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“You’re a prostitute, Summer. Act like one. Let me see what you do for those pieces of trash.”

I exhaled slowly and forced my face into a blank, indifferent mask.

“You’re right, Mr. Vitiello,” I said calmly. “But I’m off the clock now.”

I opened the car door and stepped out.

“You’re basically a damn gold digger, Summer,” he called after me. “You’re just after money, aren’t you?”

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