DAMIAN
I came out of my room and Matteo stood at the door, waiting for me with an expression I was familiar with.
“What?”
“Her parents are here,” he said but his face still had unspoken words.
“What is the issue Matteo?”
“Her mother and sister are in her room,” he said, his voice suddenly low.
I turned to him then. “You let them in her room?”
“No.” He shook his head. “We are not aware who did it, but we are looking for the person.”
“Hmm, find the person,” I ordered and walked towards her room.
If there was one thing I'd noticed about my bride, it was how fear dominated her and her family preys on that. I wouldn't have cared if she wasn't my property now.
I opened the door just in time to see Zach Moretti's wife shred the outfit of my bride. I looked at her as those tears
