LOGINShe was killed by her husband and her twin sister just because of her money, left to burn with the baby in her womb, and after obtaining a third degree burn, she is left unrecognizable, a complete monster. But that doesn't bother her, because her baby is safe and sound, but then, she hears that her baby, her precious baby boy did not make it, and all hell is let loose. Now, after going through numerous plastic surgeries, she is reborn, with more vigor and fire in her heart, and more beauty to her credit. She is set out to kill and destroy, and nothing will stand in her way, not even a second chance at love; or will it?
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“ Don”t worry darling, she is going to die with that pregnancy, and when she finally dies, we will have the world to ourselves”, Dominic said, caressing Anne’s face as the silly bitch giggled happily. That was the last stroke that broke the carmel's back. I had walked in on them pounding into each other as if their lives depended on it, my husband and my twin sister, on my matrimonial bed, the very bed that the baby in my womb was conceived, screaming and moaning at the top of their voices, and I had tightly covered my mouth to prevent myself from screaming as I watched the ungodly scene before me. “ But hey, how sure can you be that she will die while giving birth?” Anne asked, placing her hand over my husband's chest, the very chest that I had slept on last night. “ Of course I'm very sure. Look, she doesn't want anyone to know, but she has a high risk pregnancy, and even her doctor has told her that she has only twenty percent chance of survival, she and the beast she's carrying in her belly”, he said with such clarity and disgust in his voice, so much disgust that even the baby in my womb kicked so hard. “ What the hell is going on here!” I screamed as I barged into the room, ignoring the fact that the little one in my belly was practicing kung fu, and startling the two idiots that were having the time of their lives. “ What in God's name is……”, I covered my mouth as hot tears streamed down, leaving me unable to continue with what I wanted to say. Dominic scrambled out of the bed, his flat dick swinging from North to South as he rushed to put on his pants which were hanging hopelessly on the window pane, while Anne immediately covered herself up with the blanket. “ Anne why?” I asked, the tears flowing endlessly, the pain in my heart growing, and the pain in my pelvic area intensifying. “ Why Anne? What have I ever done to you? Why Anne, why?” I was screaming at this point, out of control, “ why? I asked, heading towards Dominic, “ what did you do to my sister? What have you done to her? Why? Of everyone, every fucking person in the world, why does it have to be my sister?” I grabbed his lose pants, pushing him around as much as my strength could allow me and punching him. “ Tell me why, you son of bitch”, I said and unexpectedly, he pushed me so hard that I almost met the floor. “ Enough!” He screamed angrily, taking me by surprise, “ enough Angel, cut it out”, he sounded firm, so firm as if he was scolding a child, and I was so sure that if I had a knife with me, I would've cut out his penis, since he was telling me to “ cut it out”. I turned to Anne who was still on the bed, looking so pitiful as if she wasn't moaning in ecstasy just a couple of minutes ago. “ And you, what did he do to you? Why would you want to kill me? What did I ever do to you!” I was basically running mad, and the intensity of my voice was proof of that. “ Oh please shut the fuck up!” Dominic retorted, banging his hand so hard on the window that it broke, injuring him in the process. He approached me like a hungry beast and grabbed me my the shoulders, “ keep your fucking voice down, unless you want to die earlier than your doctor predicted”, he said coldly, sending cold shivers down my spine. For the five long years that we have been married, never have I ever felt so afraid of him, of the devil that was standing before me. He left me as I stood there, completely speechless. Anne got up from the bed, still holding the blanket to her chest as she came closer. “ I'm sorry sis”, she said coldly, looking me dead in the eye, like she had never done before, making me wonder if the person before me was really my sister or a doppelganger, “ I am so sorry for what I did, but isn't it unfair?” He demeanor turned colder, “ isn't it unfair that only you get to have all the good things? The money, the spouse, the house, everything, don't you think it's unfair?” “ Is that why you slept with my husband?!” I screamed, “ huh? Is that why you both were planning to kill me?” “ Shh”, she put a finger over my lips, “ we were not planning anything, we were just saying what was bound to happen. Although, the plan to kill you would've been invited if you eventually survive giving birth to that thing you're carrying”. She drew closer to my ears and whispered, “ it's time you give up sis, don't worry, I'll take very good care of your husband”. The rage in me couldn't be held down again, and I unleashed it. I grabbed her hair, forcing the blanket to fall to the ground as we both struggled with each other's hair. I tried with all my strength to rip her hair off her head, and she did the same. “ Get off of me!”, she screamed as she kept struggling, completely naked. “ Leave her alone!” Dominic commanded as he separated us, and as angry as I was, I faced him, throwing slaps and punches his way. The next thing happened in a flash. One minute, I was standing, fighting vigorously, and the next minute I was on the floor, lying on the pieces of shattered glass table which my head had broken. I didn't even realize it, but he had pushed me, so so hard, and as I laid there, bleeding to death, they; Dominic and Anne, stared down at me. “ What are we going to do?” Anne asked, trembling. She must've gotten scared after seeing my split open head and the blood that was everywhere. “ Come, grab a dress”, he said to her and she quickly put a sundress over her naked body and he held her by the hand as they ran out. I laid there for what seemed like eternity, awaiting death, until I started perceiving smoke. The smoke increased, and in no time, the room was also on fire, together with the entire house. The only thing on my mind was the fact that my baby was dying. The child that I had longed to have, was going to get burnt, along with it's undeserving mother.Nixon’s POV“Are you sure about this?”Troy sits across from me, looking staid. The seemingly innocent question chastises me more than any recrimination. He doesn't think I should be doing it at all, but my cock has taken over. Whenever I hear other guys talking about the hard cock phenomenon at the gym or the bar, I roll my eyes and walk away. Now it's hit me square in the crotch, and I can't control it. I'll have her or die trying.“Yes.”He nods resolutely. “Okay. Better hope the gaming commission doesn't get wind of it. Or even worse, Dante.”Slamming my hand on the flat surface, I watch my pen jump. “Don't even bother asking me if I give a shit about fucking Dante Giovanetti.”As Troy picks up the phone's receiver, he pauses. “A little testy about it, aren't we? I've never seen you like this over a woman.”“I'd like you more if you hadn't mentioned it,” I clip out, becoming tired of the back and forth. Friend or not, he gets paid to do a fucking job, and he just needs to do it wi
I blink a few times. “Thanks, Mr. Giovanetti, but I'm not interested. I'm already gainfully employed.”His eyes flash fire but he only lets his annoyance show for a split second before his face again becomes a cool mask of indifference. Danger spills out from every pore even though he tries to hide it. A shiver travels down my spine in spite of the heat. I don't like him, and I want him gone.He reaches inside his tailored to perfection suit coat and produces a card. As he hands it to me, his fingers stay linked with mine a moment longer than would be considered appropriate. I lean back, wanting more space between the two of us. A gorge the size of the Grand Canyon wouldn't be far enough to set my mind at ease. It seems right to glance down at the card I'm holding. The expensive vellum paper is embossed with gold foil lettering.Dante Giovanetti, Owner Mona Lisa Hotel & Casino“If you change your mind, that number goes straight to my assistant.” As he talks, he sweeps his superior and
Marcella’s POVAs I close my book, a historical romance I snagged from Savers, I notice a stretch limousine approaching my house from my tiny window. The school year's over, the summer heat is oppressive for those of us without air, and the only reason a car like that would be in a place like this is because a herd of students compiled their money to go to prom in style.Prom was over months ago.With interest, I watch it pull up right in front of my shitty trailer. I climb off my twin bed and walk over to get a better look. The driver exits and walks around to the back to open the door. Is it a celebrity? For some silly reason, my heartbeat picks up. Maybe it's Publisher's Clearing House, and I'm about to be saved from the poorhouse. I can see it in my mind's eye. Balloons. Streamers. And a giant cardboard check with an amount that's bigger than a lifetime of my annual salary.It's neither.An imposing man in a tailored suit gets out and stands in the street. He's none too happy with
Reaching over, I click the intercom and tell Carol to get Manuel Castillo up to my office.Troy smirks. “Carol left three hours ago.”“Shit. You're right. I guess I was just talking to myself.”Troy tents his hands in front of his face and gets that pensive look. He's about to become the fucking voice of reason. “What are you going to do?”“I'm going to put the fear of God into her brother for starters. I can't even imagine stealing from any of my brothers. Can you imagine what Mom or Dad would have done if we'd turned on each other like that? Shit. My mom was so fucking American she named all of us after presidents.”Troy laughs, a deep, rumbling sound that almost makes me feel normal.“Yeah, your mom was a great lady. Back to Marcella. Didn't you see that information about her internship?”I open the folder back up and rifle through. Stopping at the community college transcript, I run my finger down the text but don't notice anything strange or intriguing. “What?”“She did an intern
Nixon’s POVI stare down at my chrome desk and chase away the impulse to smudge it up. Sometimes my perfect office and my orderly life piss me off for no apparent reason other than that they're ultimately boring. It's all my futile attempt to control everything. Because if I'm in control, I don't have to experience those pesky emotions that I don't want to feel. Since I fell into the pools of chocolate brown masquerading as Marcella Castillo's eyes, I've been roiling in them.Lust.Want.Possessiveness.A damn yearning for flesh so strong that I've been forced to give myself a happy ending in the shower every time I've stepped inside the frosted glass.The door flings open after a curt knock, and I snap my head up as Troy strides into the office. He pauses a moment to admire the breathtaking view from my floor to ceiling windows. It's eight at night, and the lights twinkling on the strip are providing the magnificent backdrop to Sin City.My friend’s knowing gaze sweeps over me. “Work
Some girls fantasize about The Thunder from Down Under or the Chippendales, but I've never had that inclination. And even now as I stare around the dilapidated trailer, it's not debt, filth, or even sculpted muscles that have my mind tied up in knots.No. It's a dark, brooding man. He's huge and broad-shouldered. But his eyes. I've never seen anything like them. They're black as coal and just as dead. Lifeless, really. I wonder what a man like that would be capable of doing to me. At the prospect, my heart flutters in my chest, and my panties flood with wetness. There's something dangerous about him. Something that turns me on like nothing I've ever felt before.I sigh. At work, I'd been too busy and too distracted by Lita and the job at hand that I hadn't many moments to think about how he made me feel. But now…I take a college brochure for UCLA and fan myself with it. Thankfully Manny's still at work, and he's not here to start plying me with questions. Like all big brothers, he se












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