My Runaway Groom Came Back I Became His Aunt! novel Chapter 54

Chapter 1

My adopted sister Nerina Bianchi said I stole her watch.

And my brother Fabio Romano? He didn’t just believe her. He sued me. Hired the best lawyer in the city to make sure the charges stuck. Three years. That’s what I got for something I never did. By the time the verdict came down, I was already a thief in everyone’s eyes.

The lawyer tried to talk some sense into him before they led me away. “Just scare her. That’s enough. If she actually does

time, you’ll ruin her life.”

My brother didn’t even blink. “Stealing isn’t a joke. She needs to learn. And after? I’ll take care of her.”

Three years later, I walked out. He was waiting. Eyes red. Hand outstretched.

“You know you were wrong now, right? Come on. Let’s go home.”

I stepped back. Didn’t say a word. Didn’t even look at his hand.

I already had a sister. Found her inside. And she believed me when no one else would.

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When my brother saw me pull away, confusion flickered across his face. But he didn’t lower his hand. Instead, he reached

for me again faster this time, more determined and grabbed hold.

“Emilia, why are you dodging me? Did someone in there hurt you?”

His voice came out rough, like his throat was stuffed with cotton.

I tried to pull free. He wouldn’t let go. So I just said, flatly, “No.”

He exhaled, relieved, and tightened his grip. “Thank God. I read online that place is a nightmare. I was so worried

something happened to you…”

He put on this whole act like he was relieved, tears actually welling up, and I couldn’t help but feel sick. The same person

who went out of her way to frame me, who put me in prison, was standing right in front of me, pretending to care.

He forced a smile and tugged me toward the car, almost pleading. “You used to love being around people, remember? I

threw you a welcome-home party at the house. Come on, let’s go home.”

I glanced back at the prison.

My new family, Aria D’Angelo. Daughter of the D’Angelo Family Godfather. Unlike me, Aria was only there because it was

safer inside. We’d already made a plan: in one month, I’d pick him up when he got out, and then I’d go with him to his

family.

But Dad’s things were still at the main house. So I got in the car with my brother and went back.

On the way. he ran his hand over my buzzed head, half reminder, half warning. “Emilia. No more stealing. That was your

Chant

lesson.”

I clenched my fist quietly.

For three years, I’d sent him messages through the guards. Countless times. I didn’t steal Nerina Bianchi’s things. She

framed me. He never believed me.

So this time. I wasn’t going to explain.

I just nodded. Compliant. “Okay.”

Satisied, he smiled and took me home.

The second the door opened, bang, confetti exploded everywhere.

Nerina stood there holding a party popper, beaming. “Emilia! Welcome home!”

She played the part perfectly, eyes practically dripping with fake longing. Not a trace of the jealousy she’d had when she

framed me.

I walked right past her.

Then a hand clamped down on my shoulder, hard. I turned. My old bodyguard. He squeezed until I thought my bone

would crack.

Behind me, Nerina’s voice went all soft and whiny. “Fabio, why is she ignoring me? Are you still mad at me?”

Fabio patted her head fondly. “Emilia just got out. She’s probably still adjusting. It’s not about you.”

Then he made a hand signal, some Mafia gesture, and the bodyguard nodded once and walked off. No bow. No respect.

My chest went tight. Even my own former bodyguard could walk all over me now.

Nerina smirked.

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