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if my life had mercy

Autor: Maya East
last update Data de publicação: 2026-06-17 23:19:51

Max narrowed his eyes. “You are not food.”

Issa turned slowly. “Good.”

“You are a cupcake that fell on the floor.”

Issa blinked once. “I am an expensive cupcake,” she said. “You are a nugget someone forgot to cook.”

Max immediately pouted. His round cheeks pushed forward, his blue eyes deeply offended in a way far too adorable for a boy who had stolen a spoon ten seconds ago. “I’m not a nugget.”

“You look like a nugget when you sit like that.”

“I’m handsome.”

“Nuggets can have confidence too.”

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  • My Sister's Fiance   some things are better left unpacked

    Half an hour later, I was starting to regret agreeing to this trip. Not because of Alder Cove. But because my daughter had just asked for a separate suitcase for her sunglasses.I stood in Issa's bedroom, holding a small lavender suitcase that was already stuffed with clothes, while she sat on the carpet arranging five pairs of sunglasses in front of her.I had no idea where she'd gotten five pairs. All I knew was that three of them still had price tags attached.“Isabella.”“Hmm?”“We're not bringing a second suitcase just for sunglasses.”She looked up. “But what if my glasses get broken?”“We have a glasses case.”“Only one.”“And you only have one head.”Issa considered that for a moment. “But I have lots of outfits.”Oh God. Near the closet, Bianna was folding swimsuits and trying very hard not to laugh.I pointed at her. “You. Explain to this kid why five pairs of sunglasses don't need their own suitcase.”Bianna looked at Issa, then back at me. “Boss, I already tried.”“Try aga

  • My Sister's Fiance   the delightful burden of little monsters

    About an hour later, the travel plans had been approved.Marco sent confirmation that the initial property inspection hadn't turned up anything that would require us to cancel the trip. A few final checks would be completed before we left, and I received a copy of the update directly on my tablet.I also checked in with Tania to make sure the Northlake investigation was still on schedule.She replied with a photo of three coffee cups on her desk and a message:TANIA: Boss, I've been at the office since this morning. If you're going to spend the weekend somewhere expensive, at least send me a picture of the view so I know what I'm suffering for.ME: Finish the timeline. I'll buy you coffee later.She sent back a crying emoji.I ignored it.By the time everything was finally settled, I was sitting in the family room with Bianna, helping separate the kids' dirty laundry from the growing mountain of stuff that had somehow accumulated since we moved into Blackpine.I found three of Max's s

  • My Sister's Fiance   the billionaire and his suspiciously good behavior

    Zach didn't smile right away, though I caught the corner of his mouth twitching. “Alder Cove is a private estate. The property is pretty large, and most of it is still forest. There's one main road in and a separate service entrance with its own access controls. The house is a long way from the nearest residential area.”“Who's the legal owner?”He swiped to the next page. A company name appeared on the screen.I read it twice. “Not Casa de Sanctis.”“No.”“And it doesn't have your family name on it.”“I bought it through a private holding company a few years ago.”I stared at him. “Of course you did. Why buy a house in your own name when you can involve three companies and make an accountant question his entire existence?”“Privacy.”“Every rich person's favorite excuse when they have something to hide.”“You used the name Torres in college.”I held up a finger. “Do not use my past as evidence for your defense.”He chuckled.“So there's no direct ownership connection to Casa de Sanc

  • My Sister's Fiance   some men just buy houses

    I found Zach in Blackpine's kitchen, studying something on his tablet while drinking espresso.He was wearing a white T-shirt and black pants, his hair still slightly damp from his shower. Beside him sat a plate of eggs, toast, and a few pieces of fruit he hadn't touched. He looked far too relaxed for someone who'd just told me last night that he wasn't going to marry my sister.I grabbed the cup of coffee Elena had prepared for me on the kitchen island and sat across from him. “Morning.”Zach glanced up from his tablet. “Morning, beautiful.”“What do you want?”He laughed. “Can't I just say good morning?”“Sure. But I know that look. You're up to something.”He smiled, then pushed a plate of croissants toward me. “Sleep well?”“Pretty well. Max came into my room at six this morning to ask if sharks have bones.”“What did you tell him?”“I told him to ask Google.”“And?”“He said Google doesn't have kids, so it probably wouldn't know.”Zach laughed.I picked up a croissant and took a

  • My Sister's Fiance   in which my standards betray me

    I stared at his face, looking for the smile or smart-ass remark that usually followed whenever he said something just to get a reaction out of me.Nothing. He was so infuriatingly calm.“Zach.”“I'm serious.”“I heard you.”“Good.”I narrowed my eyes. “You do realize that's not a decision you can just make while sitting in your study, right?”“I've been thinking about it long before tonight.”I leaned back in my chair, feeling the need to put a little distance between us before I said something too emotional.“And when exactly were you planning to share that little detail with your fiancée?”“After you talk to her.”I studied his face again. “So now everything depends on me?”“No.”“Because that's what it sounds like.”Zach turned his chair to face me completely. “Listen. I'm not marrying Fiona, Bella. Not because you've finally allowed me to be around the kids, not because we've slept together, and not because I'm hoping you'll take me back.”I didn't answer.“That decision doesn't d

  • My Sister's Fiance   excellent timing, as always

    We worked in silence for a few minutes.I went through Wexford's ownership history while Zach cross-referenced the company names against Northlake's vendor list. A few directors and registered agents kept showing up, but there wasn't enough information to determine who was actually using their services.What bothered me most, though, was that Boston address.I opened the appendix again. “Why Boston?”Zach stopped typing.I kept staring at the screen. “I mean, they have a correspondence address in Washington, an old registration in Massachusetts, and one of their shareholders operates through a holding company in Delaware. Couldn't they just pick one city? They don't need to go on a national tour just to handle a contract.”“A lot of consulting firms are structured that way.”“I know.”I scrolled down the page, then back up without actually reading anything. “Boston,” Zach turned toward me.I knew because his chair shifted slightly, just enough to change the reflection of his silhouet

  • My Sister's Fiance   Hot People Ruin Everything

    And then... the blue eyes I’d once punched found mine across the crowd.Oh, good.Just fantastic.If the universe had a sense of humor, it was definitely drunk.I didn’t know who moved first. Maybe not him. Maybe not me. Maybe the room just suddenly felt too tight, too bright, too full of people wh

  • My Sister's Fiance   Confetti, Cousins, and the Man I Punched

    Five days in the Gómez house felt like being tossed into an industrial washing machine: spinning, loud, warm, and there was always someone shoving food at you even after you’d just said you were full.On day one, Mamá had already rearranged my entire schedule like I was back in eleventh grade and n

  • My Sister's Fiance   It’s Just an Engagement Party (What Could Possibly Go Wrong?)

    The second-floor workspace looks like a bored Pinterest board: neat white desk, bookshelves, two monitors. I’m in a fitted black blazer on top… alpaca-print pajama pants on the bottom.Out in the hallway, just beyond the half-closed door, the sound of running shakes the corridor.“SUPER MAX WILL SA

  • My Sister's Fiance   Five Years After the Fire

    Five years later.Oregon rain tapped softly against the kitchen’s glass wall. Steady, cold, and mildly annoying.The pan on the stove hissed quietly, the smell of almost-done corn arepas mixing with black coffee and the chorizo I was frying in the skillet next to it. A slow Latin playlist floated f

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