Novels by ENVY

My breathing was erratic by the time Cara dragged me upstairs in the beautiful Spanish style estate. I was so upset that I couldn't admire how perfectly crafted everything was. The high ceilings and arch-ways were classic yet breathtaking. The warm colors that painted the walls made everything feel homey. There were priceless paintings and expensive decor, letting me know that whoever owned this house was very wealthy. “That was so uncalled for.” Cara started going off after she dragged me into a random room that was filled with gold decor and high priced pieces. “I hate that man so much! How can he call himself your father!” She approached the mini bar that was stationed in the corner. She grabbed a crystal glass and filled it to the brim of some kind of dark colored liquor.It was either whiskey or bourbon. “I wish my father would’ve killed him a long time ago.” She complained, “Then maybe you wouldn’t have to deal with his disgusting ass.” I couldn’t help the small smile

Even though I could recognize my father, he looked rough. Time has not been great to him and that internally pleased me. I was glad life had been handing him shit-pie's, even if he did hold some kind of power in the mafia. One day it would catch up to him and he would meet his end. My cautious eyes roamed over him, noticing the wrinkles in his tan skin. His stubble was uneven and graying in some areas. His once jet black hair was thinning and even turning grey in some areas like his beard. He was overweight and his build was still stuck at average. His black suit didn't fit him right. If anything, it was too small and bursting at the seams in some places. He stood at about six foot, but didn't carry that kind of imposing energy that most tall people held.God, how was I ever scared of this man? He was a total joke. Of course his wrists and fingers were adorned with gold. I could even see a chunky gold chain that was branded around his neck. He did everything in his power to sta

“I will cherish this forever.” She sighed dramatically as she looked at the diamond necklace with obsession. “You better.” I rolled my eyes teasingly, “It cost me a fortune.” She laughed and smacked my butt, making my cheeks blush in embarrassment. “Cara.” I hissed, “Everybody’s staring at us you crazy woman.” She waved me off, “Who cares!” “I just got my best friend back. I should be able to act like how I want to act.”I tried to hide my smile, but it was hard. That was my Cara. “And look at these!” Her voice rang out as she reached out and grabbed my breasts before fondling them. “Your body has changed so much.” “Cara!” I slapped her hands away and hugged myself in embarrassment. I could see all the judging eyes, making me start to regret my choice of outfit. I had on a tight black dress that reached down to my ankles. It was professional, but also showcased all of my curves and assets that my business suits usually hid. I rarely showed skin as I started to mature.I gre

The sound of my rapid beating heart was louder than the clanking of my Louboutin’s against the stone path I was following. I turned another corner of this huge fortress and came face to face with the most beautiful courtyard-garden I have ever seen. The place was huge and filled with lots of the finest wildflowers one could buy. There was a large white tent in the middle of the garden that had a long table that was decorated with the finest china. Every single detail was white—playing into the engagement theme. There were even twinkly lights that were strung up in the luscious trees, giving the place an intimate feel.Everything looked absolutely gorgeous. This had Cara’s touch all over the place. She was obsessed with perfection and always made sure everything flowed together well. There was no doubt in my mind that this place was decorated by her imagination. My eyes roamed over the vast garden, seeing people of all international stature. They all had that mafia touch, no matte

Never in a million years did I think I would come home. It’s only been a place of terror for me and I didn’t want to be reminded of all the horrible things that happened to me as a child. But I had to do this. Cara deserved for me to be here for her engagement party—considering all the things she did for me throughout the years. This was the least I could do for her. I barely get time off work nowadays, but for her, I could always make time. Being a defense attorney will do that to you and I honestly wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. I love my job and it has been a way of getting justice, even though it isn’t justice for that little girl who was always afraid of the demons who seemed to want to take her out. I drove my rented Maybach through large iron gates that enclosed a beautiful Spanish looking fortress—red tiled roofs, white stucco exterior and arched windows and doorways that had Lucious vines growing at every edge. This kind of home was custom made, consideri