Second Time Around, I Won’t Marry the Don Chapter 06

Second Time Around, I Won’t Marry the Don Chapter 06

In my previous life, Nathan treated me like a precious treasure.

My marriage proposals were dragged out for years.

Every time a candidate was about to be decided, Nathan would send people to investigate them thoroughly.

And every single time…

They found something.

The polished young gentleman already had several children out of wedlock.

The honest, dependable one had dumped his longtime girlfriend just to go on a blind date with me.

Nathan would beat them up to vent his anger.

One man refused to take it lying down.

“Nathan Vitale, do you really think your sister’s some kind of prize?”

“She’s just an orphan with no parents! She only became your adopted sister. I’m more than good enough for her!”

The next second, all that came out of him were screams.

Nathan swung the bat again.

His eyes were terrifying.

“Even if my sister never marries for the rest of her life, she would never marry you!”

In the end…

I really did make it past thirty without ever getting married.

My life was peaceful.

Comfortable.

Almost too perfect.

In the spring, Nathan took me to see the cherry blossoms.

In the summer, he took me on vacation to the South of France.

In the fall, we wandered through the hills of Tuscany.

In the winter, we went skiing in Switzerland.

It all felt as if it had happened only yesterday.

But Heaven seemed unable to tolerate me living so smoothly.

The people Mr. and Mrs. Vitale had sent to search for Luna finally came back with news.

Years ago…

Luna had been in that very same orphanage.

They looked at me with resentment in their eyes.

Because of me…

They believed they’d missed their daughter.

But after raising me with so much love for so many years…

How could they cast me aside overnight?

The Vitale couple stopped looking at me altogether.

Mr. Vitale said quietly,

“From now on… don’t call us Mom and Dad anymore.”

Panicking, I reached for Mrs. Vitale’s hand.

She stepped back.

“The Vitale family has already shown you enough kindness by raising you. But if I let you continue calling me Mom, how can I face my Luna after I die?”

From that day on, Mrs. Vitale became bedridden.

Mr. Vitale took her overseas to recover.

Nathan inherited the family business while he was still young.

Nathan gripped my neck and asked if I had known all along that Luna was in the orphanage, and whether I had deliberately replaced her, causing him to miss his real sister.

That one “Brother” made him suffer unbearably.

His fingers tightened around my neck with brutal force.

For a long time afterward…

I couldn’t make a sound.

That one “Brother” made him suffer unbearably.

Late at night, I often wondered…

If Nathan had never chosen me at the orphanage…

Maybe none of this would’ve happened.

Downstairs, the lights were blazing again.

After everything fell apart…

I was no longer qualified to attend Nathan’s birthday parties.

Half-asleep, I heard the bedroom door crash open.

Nathan walked in.

His face was flushed.

His eyes were unfocused.

He dragged me into his arms.

It took me several seconds to realize what was happening.

I struggled with everything I had.

He’d obviously been drugged.

He wasn’t in his right mind.

I wanted to tell him I was his sister.

But no words came out.

Right before I blacked out…

I thought I heard him whisper,

“Evelyn…”

One reckless night changed everything.

Nathan cursed me.

He called me shameless.

I couldn’t bear giving up my luxurious life as a Vitale.

If I couldn’t stay the adopted daughter…

Then I’d seduced him so I could become Mrs. Vitale instead.

He was rough.

Merciless.

Night after night, he forced himself on me.

I nearly died.

“Fine.”

“You got exactly what you wanted.”

“I’ll marry you.”

But not long afterward…

Nathan left to search for Luna.

He stayed away for months.

He even missed our original wedding date.

The wedding was postponed again and again.

Until he returned with a girl who looked strikingly like Luna’s childhood photos.

Only then was our wedding rushed through.

Mr. and Mrs. Vitale never came.

Neither did a single guest.

After we married…

Nathan treated me with nothing but coldness.

Once upon a time…

I’d hidden in his arms, calling him Brother.

He’d treasured me like the most precious thing in the world.

If I caught a cold…

He stayed by my bedside all night.

If I said I missed him…

He’d board his private jet and fly home before sunrise.

Every beautiful memory…

Had long since become unrecognizable.

So when life gradually slipped away, I felt no fear, only a trace of relief.

Her parents had never stopped looking for her.

“Why are you afraid of me?”

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