เข้าสู่ระบบAMARAI knew the day was going to be absolute shit when I woke up with that stain on the bed.My stomach felt groggy, and my eyes raw. I hated that I’d cried so much the night before. But it had all been too much. Memories of Philip, and then everything that had later ensued after.The mood that had been on the verge of plummeting soured all the more when I noticed the red stain on the bed.Like instinct, there was a small knock on the door and a maid quietly slipped in. She had red hair that demanded attention and stark green eyes.“Good morning, ma’am.” She bowed her head. “I’m Farah, the head maid of the estate. Whatever it is you need, please know that we’re all at your beck and call. Your comfort is our priority and we’ll do whatever makes your home more to your liking.”Home.My lips thinned into a grim line, a wave of nausea clawing at my throat. Such a warm word for a place that felt more like a prison. I simply nodded, forcing myself off the bed. Her eyes lingered on the sta
DANTEI watched as a myriad of emotions clouded her face. Her eyes widened, pupils dilating just enough that I could see a brief glint of shock in them.Then, her eyes lit up in flames.“In hours?” She glared. “That’s not going to happen. You don’t just get to spring that up on me, and expect me to dance to your every bidding like some fucking puppet.”My eyes flickered to the staff, their heads bent, eyes not daring to meet mine. I had a reputation to maintain, one that wouldn’t be spoiled by her insolence.Without thinking, I leaned even closer, glaring hard enough to send the message clean and clear.“You do not talk to me that way, Amara. I’ve been far too lenient with you.”Her glare didn’t waver. “I am not ready for some fancy party to sell this just yet. Give me…two days.”I didn’t respond immediately.She let out a small breath. “Two days, and I’ll ready myself into the perfect little fiancé you want.”My eyes lingered on her for a moment. The only time my fingers ever twitche
AMARATrue to his words, Dante had wasted no time in getting us packed and ready for the trip. Most of it had been handled by his second in command, Cassian. I’d barely gotten a single word from the man, save for the grunt when he’d gestured for me to get into the jet.Now I was about to enter a whole new domain.A new life, some place different from where my father’s words were absolute. The more I tried to calm down, the harder it was to forget Philip’s unconscious body in my head.“Amara,”Dante took the seat in front of him. I sent him an unamused glare. “There are literally so many other seats you could have taken. Why this one?”“My jet,” He gestured at the place with his finger. “My rules.”“Fuck you.” I grumbled, turning back to the window I’d been staring out of. The whole scenery felt like a mockery itself.This should have been me and Philip. On some plain far away from New York. It should have been us for crying out loud.Instead, I’d somehow gotten myself into an engagem
DANTE“What the actual fuck, Dante?”Cassian wasted no time and spun up on me as soon as I entered the house. The underboss did not look the slightest bit happy, eyes searching through mine for some sort of explanation.“Oi, calm down. You have questions, yes? Glaring at me won’t give you the answers you want.” I fixed him a pointed look.He ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “Why did you decide to get engage to her? A fucking Vitale. And you didn’t tell me. No warnings whatsoever.”“It wasn’t planned.” I snarled back, making my way towards the island and grabbing a glass. I’d have pulled out a cigarette but I wasn’t the smoking type. What I needed was something to keep my mouth busy through Cassian’s rant.He followed right after me. “Since when did you things without planning and thinking it through?”I grabbed a bottle of negroni, helping myself to a glass. “Since I stumbled upon an asset.”I finally turned to Cassian, noting the look of frustration in his eyes. It had all
DANTEI’ve had a knack for being impulsive in the oddest moments. As a child, it didn’t matter if I had to jump into a pool just to get my lucky coin, or step onto the road in pursuit of my dog, ‘Lucky’. I’d leap before even giving it a thought.So, when Amara had dangled that dangerous proposal in front of me, it all felt too good to be true. A fake proposal? How the hell would that solve anything? I’d have Viktor on my ass and for sure, her brothers definitely wouldn’t sit by idle.But she was right about one thing. There was a lot to gain by agreeing to this relationship. For one, I could get all the info I need to ruin the Vitale family once and for all. Viktor was sure to have some dirt on him, something I could use against him.And Amara would lead me to it.She still seemed to be at a loss for words, eyes lingering on the ring on her finger.“Oh, my goodness.”“I can’t believe it.”I turned to the onlookers, who were now taking pictures and gushing at us. Amara finally snapped
AMARA“This has to be a joke.”Except it wasn’t. When I’d been silent in the face of Dante’s question, he’d quietly started the car and started driving off. At first, I thought he was lying when he said he’d take us to one of his safehouses. I didn’t think he’d actually go through with it.Dante turned to me. “And you’re the clown.”I sent him another glare but he didn’t seem affected by it. I’d sent him quite enough this time around. He stopped to discuss something with the security before driving into the compound.“Why did you bring me here?” I folded my arms.He didn’t bother, simply stopping the car in front of the house. Then he turned to me. “Mind getting your ass out of the car?”I flinched back a little before narrowing my eyes on him. It was hard keeping my hands in place. I wanted to just strangle him at the moment. Like having my father on my tail wasn’t bad enough. I had to be given solace by none other than Dante DeLaurentis a.k.a the Devil’s apprentice. Damn it.Withou







