*** Please note that this book is based on characters from my completed novel, Sinfully Yours, exclusively available on GoodNovel. However, you do not need to have read it to read this book.*** I have hated the Morettis ever since I was old enough to understand how the cookie crumbles. They are the sole reason why my life turned out this way. Alone. Unloved. Abused. Broken. Now I'm out to ruin their lives like they have mine. I've researched them for years, and now I'm finally getting my shot. There is one problem, though. The Moretti triplets are more than what I bargained for. My plan was to reel them in one by one, seduce them if I had to, and then destroy them. I wanted to take away everything they've worked for, strip them bare, and leave them to the vultures. Their parents destroyed mine, so I wanted to destroy their precious offspring, let them taste even just a tidbit of the disappointment I have experienced since I was born. When I weasel myself into their lives, I didn't expect them to be so enigmatic and electrifying. They take up all the air when they are in the vicinity, and I am choking, struggling to remember what my goal is. Will I be successful in my quest for vengeance? Or will I crumble under their hazel eyes and give up the one thing I had that is mine? My soul.
View MoreARCANGELO POV I'm in bed, and Bach is playing softly through the surround sound, but I can't fall asleep, my mind on the dark-haired petite beauty that is in my building. Lola is on my mind twenty-four-seven. She's the first thing I think about when I wake up in the morning and the last person in my thoughts before I close my eyes. Working with her has been nothing but astonishing. We've been writing music about love, loss, happiness, hurt, and so entwined in our own little bubble that the assistants have to remind us to eat. I have never met someone who understands how I make music like she does. It's like she was always tethered to my soul, and I just had to find her in the cosmos. Even Cassie crept under my skin. She calls me her prince charming, and I'm not mad about it. I wonder what they're doing right now. Cassie is probably asleep already, maybe Lola, too. What would it feel like if they were here? Would Lola listen to classical music with me while I run my finge
ALESSI POV I feel slightly guilty for being this happy, but fuck, I can't help it. My internship is coming to an end. I still have the two-day assessment coming up before I'm officially a resident, but I've been working for this all my life. I'm prepared and ready. Then I have this gorgeous woman roaming my apartment with my babies in her belly. Granted, she's currently shooting lasers at me while I'm calmly sipping my coffee before I have to leave for my shift. "You don't get to decide if I work or not, Alessi!" Summer shouts at me, pink blotches appearing on her cheeks. "You're completely taking over my life! First my apartment, and now this!" I might have told her supervising nurse that she will probably have to hire another nurse soon, seeing that Summer might quit her job. "I was just thinking about the future." I shrug. "You're mine, and I have to take care of you. Carrying twins is not going to be easy on your body, you think you can work the shifts you do being se
AMELIA POV Alonso is blisfully asleep, his heart beating a steady rhythm under my hand. His face is turned towards me, and I memorize every single plane that I can. Up close, he's even more gorgeous with his face relaxed. His face is chiseled and strong, with sharp eyebrows and high sculpted cheekbones. Yet, his lips that are slightly opened in sleep are full and luscious, and his dark locks fall boyishly over his forehead. He is so beautiful that my heart can't take that I have to give him up. But it's what I have to do. For his sake, not mine. My tears fall freely, and I try not to sob as I carefully extricate myself from his embrace, hoping he doesn't wake up. Both my pussy and ass are throbbing, and I wince when I pull on my pants, but it was all worth it. My body will heal. My heart won't. I find a notebook and pen in the dresser and write him a note. I don't have the guts to do it in his face, and he probably won't accept it anyway. I love you, I'm sorry.
ALONSO POV "I'll be there in fifteen." I repeatedly look at the text message that I received from Fly-girl from her friend's phone. Hers is either being tracked or bugged, and it pisses me the fuck off to be honest. Shouldn't she be able to do what the fuck she wants? My mother's words that these aren't normal people rings through my mind. I desperately want to whisk her away, take care of her, but I know for a fact the whole military would come after us if I dared to do something to that extent. No, I'm going to need to find a way for her family to accept me. We need to find those damn girls to put the record straight, even if I have to go look for them myself. The bell from the front gate reverberates through the house, and I check the security camera at the front door. The person looks like she's disguising herself in all black with a hoodie drawn over her head, but Fly-girl could be wearing a sack, and I'd still know it's her. I let her in and open the front door, practi
AMELIA POV There are barely any people at the funeral. It's just me and my family, the Millers, and what I assume are a few drink buddies of Eric. I don't understand the pitying glances they send my way. I feel nothing for the man in the casket. Once upon a time, I feared him, I hated him, but never as much as I hated the Morettis. My heart clenches at the thought of Alonso in this fucked up city I don't want to be in. I don't want him tainted by its darkness. Even now, I'm not feeling sad because of my former father, but I'm sad because of what I have to do. After everything happened with me trying to get revenge on the Morettis, I thought I could finally live happily ever after. But my life wasn't meant to be easy, and I have to make another sacrifice. Eric will be cremated, so the service is short, and I breathe a sigh of relief when it's over. A chapter closed forever. I'm not going to lie and say that I'm not grateful. Maybe not for the way that he died, but that I'm fi
ALONSO POV I'm restless as I wait for any kind of news from Amelia. We've already been in Seattle for a day, and it's been radio silent. Apart from a small news article about the murder of Eric Monroe, there hasn't been any news about funeral arrangements. I'm even scouring social media to see if anyone hasn't spotted the Secretary of Defense out and about, but nothing. "I hate to tell you this, son, but maybe she doesn't want to see you right now." Dad claps my shoulder as I search various news sites for any information about a burial. I shake my head without saying anything. I know that's not true. There's no way I could crave someone the way I crave Amelia, and she doesn't want me. It's just impossible. I definitely didn't imagine our connection. "Maybe we should go home." He squeezes my shoulder. "There's a PR nightmare to deal with, and Kevin wants you in training." "No." I immediately get up from the table and walk over to the vast windows overlooking the river.
AMELIA POV I've never been scared of Charles Astor. To the world, he exudes this heard exterior, but with me, he has always been soft, almost like a teddy bear. Yet he is the same man who told me nobody messes with his family, and he sure has proved that over and over. He's proved it by succeeding in putting Alonso in the public eye for all the wrong reasons, and he succeeded in killing Eric Monroe without any repercussions. He did warn me, but I never thought that this would be the length he would go. I fear Charles Astor now, not for myself, but for Alonso. Who knows what he might do next if Alonso and I don't stay away from each other? I already know what I have to do, and I keep stealing glances to my father while we're meeting with the funeral director. He's calm and in charge, orchestrating the funeral of the very man he killed. And even though my mother knows what he did, what he's capable of doing, she's by his side in her classy self looking like nothing is wrong he
AMELIA POV Being back in the city that holds so many bad memories to me feels both suffocating and freeing. Suffocating, because I swore I would never come back here ever again. Freeing because the two people who made my life a living hell are both dead. When I received the phone call that the man who I thought was my father, was murdered in a mugging gone wrong, I was on the verge of yet another panic attack, but then I realised he no longer held any power over me. I wasn't the vulnerable teenager he could abuse anymore. My relationship with my real parents might be in shambles right now, but I know what they're doing comes from a place of love and protection. It might be stifling, but I know they'll never abandon me. The hotel suite we're staying in is a far cry from the apartment I grew up in, and I'm still shocked that Eric Monroe still had me listed as his next-of-kin. His own family wanted nothing to do with him after he got married to Raquel. I can't blame them. They pr
ARCANGELO POV I glance at Cassie sleeping on the couch, and then I check the time on my phone. It's already past nine, and Lola is still going at it in the booth hours later. I wait until she finishes another take before pressing the intercom button. "Wanna call it a day?" She looks at me like I've personally offended her, hurriedly taking a sip from her water bottle. "What, no! I'm not satisfied with the song yet." I glance at Cassie again. "Cassie is out." I see the guilt in her eyes, and it's as if I feel it inside my soul. I don't want that look on her beautiful face ever again. "I can take her with me if you want." I say hesitantly. "I have to drop by my parents', she can sleep in my old bedroom if that's okay with you. You can just call when you're done, and I can come get you, or the driver can drop you at my parents'. I'll take care of her, I promise." Doubt and confusion cloud her eyes. I know what's going on in her head. You don't trust anyone in t
JULIET POV (seven years old)I kiss my mother's smooth cheek lovingly. "I will see you when school's out, Mommy." There's no response. She's been like this for over two weeks now. She just sits in front of the window and stares outside. If I didn't give her food and water, she wouldn't have been eating, either. I hover at the front door to our apartment, worried about her. She's so beautiful. Just last week, I heard my best friend's mom talk over the phone about my mother's beauty. "She's beautiful, sure, but she's a little absent, don't you think?" Those were her exact words. I don't think she's absent. Sometimes, my mommy just gets a little sad, and I know it's because she thinks of her own daddy and the life she used to have. She's always telling me how she grew up in mansions like a princess, how we don't belong in our small two-bedroom apartment in the city that never stops raining. That one day, she will whisk me away and back to the life that those stupid Morettis sto...
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