ALESSI POV My house has gone back to silent treatments, and I am trying to get things back the way they used to be. All because of one fucking girl, who seems to keep fucking things up between my brothers. Arcangelo is back to locking himself up in his studio, and Alonso is training so hard, that I'm scared he might end up hurting himself. The possibility of him throwing everything he worked so hard for most of his life does not sit well with me. Another weekend passed, and unlike him, he didn't go to a party or out with his football friends. Notably, he also didn't bring Juliet around. Which might be a good thing, because everyone heard them fucking out by the pool the last time she was here. Poor Yoon was so blood-red in his face. He took Mai to see the pantry to escape the sounds coming from outside. And I ran to my bedroom with a dick so hard I thought it might break in half. Yeah, it's better that Juliet Monroe stays away from here. I can feel a storm brewing, and
JULIET POV I'm a sick individual. Maybe some of my brain cells died from all of the choking episodes I went through with my father. Or maybe my mother brainwashed me so much as a child that the hatred I felt towards the Morettis has turned into this haze of lust where I can't control myself around them anymore. It's been more than a week since Alonso last savagely fucked me under the terrace of his house where everyone probably heard me. I haven't heard from him since, and like a beggar, I texted and called him, but he never answered. I missed his nightly pick-ups and the fiery kisses he left me with in his truck when he dropped me off at my dorm. I felt discarded like yesterday's trash, but didn't everybody warn me that Alonso Moretti wasn't the kind of guy who kept girlfriends around? Yet, I wanted to change my outlook for him and look where it got me. It got me in a broom closet with my skirt hiked up and my panties pulled down, and his angry triplet brother's fingers deep ins
ARCANGELO POV "So, where's the girlfriend?" Aunt Phobe nudges me with her elbow. "You know I was a cheerleader in high school, right?" I raise my eyebrows with a smile. "So I've heard." "Ugh!" She rolls her eyes dramatically. "I used to be so hot! Now look at me, old and dreary." "You're most definitely not old and dreary." I reassure her. "In fact, you're one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen." She smiles delightfully. My aunt loves getting her ego stroked, and her personality is vastly different from my mom's, but I'm not lying. They are extremely beautiful, and while my mother isn't someone who bothers to flaunt it, my aunt has made a fortune from it. The way my mother carries herself reminds me slightly of Juliet. Is that maybe the reason I'm so attracted to her? Juliet hardly wears any makeup, not that she needs it. It's the twenty-first century, and the girl doesn't even have a social media account. I don't know if it's suspicious or admirable. I l
JULIET POV It's game day, and I'm more nervous for Alonso than he probably is. He's done this countless times before, but today, he is captain and playing first-string, and vying for everything he's ever wanted in college football. The Heisman trophy. He's not talking to me, but I sent him a good luck text. And he will never talk to me again once he finds out that another brother had his hands inside my pussy and made me cum. And that I loved it. And hope that he will do it again. "You ready?" Scott smiles down at me when we're standing in the tunnel ready to go out. "Born ready." I beam. I love cheerleading, but I know that after school, it will be over, especially if I plan on going to medical school. The crowd is absolutely electric when we run out and take our places in front of our side of the stadium. I've never seen so many blue and white in my entire life, and I might be a miserable person, but happiness floods through me as I wave my pom poms up at
ALONSO POV I'm still on a high after all the interviews are done, and the buzz in the locker room is infectious. Wesley claps me on the back with a wide smile. "What a fucking epic start! Party on Greek row, don't bring your girlfriend, the pussy will be overflowing tonight!" I chuckle and shake my head. "I have to pass. My family is in town. Maybe I'll stop by after dinner for a beer, but my girlfriend will come with me." Fuck, I missed the girl. I've been ignoring her messages and calls and trying to stay far away from her, but as soon as I saw her tonight, I knew my attempt was futile. I can't deny that her saying she wanted to kiss Arc isn't still in the back of my mind. Because that's all I've been thinking of these last two weeks. What if I'm not the one she really wants? What if she belongs with Arc and not me? And I might have made things worse by fucking her in front of him. That's the shit he lives for. I know for a fact he was looking at us, I could feel i
JULIET POV "It was so freaking cool, Juliet!" Mai's eyes are wide, and her cheeks flushed with excitement. " Evan Micheals was just sitting there, a few chairs from mine! I couldn't even take a selfie because Arc invited me to sit there. It would've looked weird, right?" "Yeah, definitely no selfies." I adjust the blue dress I put on in lieu of school spirit. Mai has been ranting since after the game about how she sat in the stands with the Morettis, reality and football stars and the Micheals. I'm not gonna lie. The sight of them made me a little nervous, especially seeing Bailey glued to Alessi's side. I don't like the girl. She thinks she can warn me off the triplets and that I'm weak enough to actually obey. If it wasn't going to ruin my relationship with Alonso, it would have been great to tell her all about her boyfriend having his fingers inside me just yesterday. Also, I thought I would feel some type of way at seeing Alessandro Moretti in real life, the sole re
ALESSI I love having my family around, but I could've done without Bailey hanging onto me and kissing me every chance she gets. It's giving clingy vibes, and I really don't find it attractive at all. What I do find attractive is the girl I warned just yesterday to stay away from my brothers. Yet, here she is, looking demure and breathtaking in a blue dress with her hair in soft waves, looking like a fucking magazine cover. "I wanna tell you something." Bailey whispers in my ear, and I take my eyes off Juliet, who is laughing at something Alonso said. "What?" I ask, not really interested in hearing the answer. "I was thinking, why don't I get a boob job just before Thanksgiving break?" She beams like it's the best idea she's ever come up with. "Why the hell would you want to do that?" I frown. I actually can't believe that someone as smart as her would want to get shit like that done. "Everyone is doing it." Her face falls, and she leans back in her chair. "Si
ARCANGELO POV Juliet Monroe is indeed the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Sitting across from me with her hair glowing in the red lantern, she looks like the epitome of all my dreams. Dreams I didn't even know I had. And I'm sporting a semi ever since Alonso gave me that proposal of one night with her. I haven't stopped thinking of what it would feel like to feel her from the inside. Like when my family is always together, it's complete chaos in the restaurant, and I'm happy they booked the place for the night because other people might have thought we were crazy with everyone trying to speak over the other. Madison nudges me in the side, and I throw my arm around my baby cousin's shoulders. She's fifteen, so she's not exactly a baby anymore, but she's the pride and joy of our family. Her parents tried to conceive as soon as they got married, but it didn't happen right away, and after my aunt had an extremely difficult pregnancy with her, my uncle Kevin dec
ALONSO POV "The NFL has decided to suspend you until after a thorough investigation has been done regarding the pictures." I faintly hear Uncle Kevin's voice over the white noise ringing in my ears, and I take another swig of my father's expensive cognac that I swiped from his alcohol display. I gather he has enough money to replace it. The bottle is abruptly grabbed from my hand. "I'm not going to stand by and watch you kill yourself." My mother takes her own swig from the bottle and then slams it down on the table. "For fuck's sake, Alonso, this is not the end of the world." I shrug nonchalantly. "Might as well be." There's a hole where my heart used to be. My career is literally being flushed down the drain. All the hours I spent in the gym, all the plays I studied, the millions of game tapes I've watched. I've always loved to party, but I always only had two light beers. I could've been fucking it up, but I was so focused on that one dream. Then Juliet came al
AMELIA My stomach clenches in agony, and I screw my eyes shut, not wanting the light streaming from the open curtains to penetrate my soul. If it wasn't for Miss Daisy, those damn curtains would've never been open in the first place. I don't need light. The darkness was just perfect for me. I'm officially a prisoner in my own house. I'm even wondering if it is my house. Did I ever belong here in the first place? I might be an Astor by DNA, but I didn't grow up with them. As much as I love them, and as much as it was none of our fault what happened, the truth remains that when I was molded into a person, it wasn't under their hands. Yet I felt like I belonged when I met them, but I feel even more at home when Alonso holds me down and fucks me ruthlessly. Or when he transforms into a huge teddy bear afterward and snuggles me. Do I believe that Alonso did that to that girl? Yes. I also know that she was probably begging for it, too. I was jealous at first when I
ALESSI POV I failed. I failed to protect my brother. Now, my family is trying to do damage control that may not succeed. Alonso is a fucking mess. Yesterday morning, images were shared on every social media network of some idiot influencer who had bruises and bite marks all over her body after spending the night with Alonso. The bigger problem is that the influencer is now nowhere to be found to tell the damn media that whatever happened between them was consensual, even though the images may look alarming. Apparently, she sent the photos to a friend to brag about her night with the infamous Alonso Moretti, and now it has blown up in his face. If you look at the photos alone, it does look like the girl was attacked. It's classic Alonso behavior, though, and the same reason I diligently checked out everyone he slept with in college. I clearly can't be everywhere at once anymore, and now we have a catastrophic problem. Brands are threatening to end their contracts w
ALONSO POV I felt on top of the world right after the win. I showed the assholes who said I was just a rich kid who was overhyped. I had the girl I always wanted waiting for me, and they showed how she and my mom hugged on the jumbotron. For a second life was everything I ever wanted. Then, like an ice-cold bath, reality came knocking on my door when Uncle Kev reminded me that we still had the press conference afterward and that things might get sticky there. Now I'm sitting next to Uncle Kevin waiting for the vultures to spew me with their questions, my leg bouncing nervously. Uncle Kevin's hand reaches underneath the table to squeeze my shaking leg, and I still. The first question is aimed at him. It's entirely professional. How he feels about the future of the team. How he developed the team so that we played so well. My eyes rove over the sea of reporters. Which one of them will bring up the alleged sexual assault? It could be any of them. Was my father able to s
AMEILIA POV I'm nervous when Alonso takes me up to his family's box. This will be the first time I will face them after everything went down, and they undoubtedly know what I tried to do. Even though the triplets don't hold it against me, I still don't understand how they don't, I don't know how their parents will treat me. They have every right to treat me as the piece of shit I am. Maybe everything I'm experiencing right now with my real parents is my punishment for trying to break a family apart. I'm so worlds away from that girl, I still can't believe I carried that vengeance in my heart. I was lying awake most of the night, my head tucked in the crook of Alonso's neck with his breathing softly rustling my hair, and all I could think of was how I did him wrong. I had sex with his brothers, the same brothers whom he shared a womb with, and who means the world to him. And even years later, when I saw them again, I still had this pull towards them. I don't know why it feel
SUMMER POV My heart hammers in my chest as I look up into the gorgeous eyes of Alessi Moretti. Is that disappointment that flashes in its depths at my words? Alessi Moretti was everything I never knew I wanted. He was like a knight in shining armor when he first showed interest in me. I've received plenty of interest from men at the hospital ever since I started working there over two years ago, but I never took the bait. You see, I've always been looked at as the pretty girl. The one every boy in school wants to have sex with, but not commit to. Once, I let myself be that girl, and I got discarded and forgotten about. I vowed that no man would ever make me feel like I'm disposable again. Yet, I fell for Alessi's beautiful exterior and gallant gestures. I should have known he was just like all the other assholes who were just out to use me and discard me. I've never felt so dirty after he told me that he wanted his keys to his apartment back. Keys I never even asked
ALESSI POV I'm feeling jittery, and nervous as fuck. Usually, I would tell my brothers as soon as something as big as an ex-situationship being pregnant happens, but now is not the time. I'll tell them after the game. My mother narrows her eyes at me like a hawk. "Is everything okay?" You can't hide shit from her. "Everything is good." I lie. Everything is shit. I can't believe I'm going through the same shit again! And unless Summer was really sneaky and fucking someone behind my back in the hospital, there is a big chance that child might be mine. I ran away like a fucking coward after I looked into her chart. Memories of my mother placing Bailey's child into my arms and the panic attack that I almost had when I looked into his face came running back to me, and I couldn't breathe. I had to get out of there. I've been avoiding her at work, and I think she's been avoiding me too, but I know that I'm going to have to address the issue as soon as possibl
LOLA POV My eyes go to Arcangelo for probably the hundredth time as I go over the contract with not one but three lawyers present. This can't be happening. Not to me, at least. Good things like this don't happen to people from my part of the woods. People always ask me why I don't just sign with a label and get Cassy out of the dump we stay in, but I wasn't about to sell my damn soul for a record contract. This contract is different, though. It allows me to have control over the kind of music I want to make and the image I want to portray to the world. It's unheard of, is what it is. My father was a musician, one of the best. The music he wrote got stolen, and he never saw a dime of the money it made. So you can call me shaded. Because of this industry, my father became a drug addicted alcoholic who ruined everything in his path. Including me. I had to learn from a very young age that I had to take care of myself because the adults in my life wer
ARCANGELO POV I look in the rearview mirror as I drive from the studio to the hotel I booked for Lola and her "kid," who didn't end up really being her own child, but her little sister. Cassy is a five-year-old hellion who has been entertaining me for the last two days ever since I put them on the company's private jet and brought them to New York. The last two days have been a whirlwind, and I don't know if I've ever laughed so much as I did in these two days. We've been in the studio ever since we arrived on Friday, and after she sang Mai's Song in that bar, I did the unimaginable and let her record it and made it into a duet. My music has always been personal. Every word of my lyrics, every note that I pen down comes from my soul, and sure, I've written songs for other artists before, but never one as deeply personal as Mai's Song. The way Lola sang that song like I had written it for her made me feel compelled to let her sing on it. I haven't asked her what happe