Chapter 7— DOOMED YOU ARE, LITTLE SAINT

DONATELA

I left Reign's room in trance. My legs shook with unmet need.

I don't know why he didn't take my virginity, but by the time he shot his load on my belly, Reign had whispered a threat. “Don't you dare let any of my brothers touch you. Or else there would be a bloodshed. Let them know you belong to Reign alone.”

My heart was pounding as if pestles had been placed there. My blood temperature became hotter than the middle eastern climate.

Oh Lord, I felt like I was losing my mind — No. I'd lost my fuckin mind!

If I hadn't fallen into Reign's temptation the other day, I would still be the little and innocent saint who rarely talks.

What have I done!

Now Reign must not know I let Knight eat me out and he had a mate bond with me too.

Immediately I closed the door behind me, not tears rushed down.

I'm mad! I'm foolish! I'd fallen into temptation so sweet that it hurts. Not only does it hurt me but it would affect the relationship between the brothers.

What would Mum say!? She revered this marriage so much. She would nearly skin me alive.

And Alpha Moses who took me like his own daughter?

Lord please! Let this be another dream of mine!

But between the holy stepsister — little saint in me and the crazy slutty stepsister — Donatella in me, this wasn't a dream.

This is a fucking reality that can never be a nightmare even.

Oh Lord!!!

“Ringgggg” my phone vibration invaded my thoughts. I got up to pick it and holy crap! It was Mum on the line!

My hands shook. Why is she calling now of all times!

The call ended but it came again. My tears dried immediately, not only panic, fear and guilt took over my emotions.

Slowly I tapped on the green dialer to answer her call.

“M.. Mum?”

“Little Saint, why aren't you in church this evening?” Alpha Moses's voice came through.

Shit! Someone has told him already!?

My breath hitched. “Em… I…. I fell asleep as I came back from the Sacristy and….”

“No. It's fine darling. Sister Veronica told us you look different before leaving the Sacristy.”

Damn that old pervert woman! I bit my lips. “I was.. feeling dizzy then.”

“It's fine.”

I lowered the phone, almost ending the call but Mum's happy voice stopped me. “Heyy Coyote Ugly.”

Urgh! This woman and her silly nicknames.

Mum was once casted as an extra in a Hollywood movie. Since then, I suffered her random script insults which includes the fuckin little saint eveyone calls me.

“Hi Mum.” I can't avoid her though insulting me means she's fine. She never insults when she's angry. “How are you?”

“Never been so fine.” She chuckled and I could hear Alpha Moses's laughter too. I wonder what's so funny.

But hearing that she's fine… What a feeling.

“Go to the tailor first thing tomorrow morning. You need to get new clothes on Monday and branch by the boutique too. Buy everything on the Alpha's tab.

Remember… no tight dress, Dona.”

“Okay Mum.”

Immediately she hung up, I fell to the bed immediately.

No need to take a bath. No amount of water would wash away my sin.

NEXT DAY (SATURDAY)

Thankfully no church services on Saturdays and given what happened yesterday, staying in this house would be hellish.

I stayed locked in my room until 12, quietly calling the maids to bring me food all in an attempt to avoid my brothers.

Immediately the time struck 12. I snuck out of my room and surprisingly, none of them were at home.

In the next few minutes, the cab stopped before the tailor's shop which was a big building with different tailors.

As I walked in, I texted Mum along the way.

This was my first time here and just by walking in I smelt something off.

The message app showed that mum was typing. So I decided to take a seat at the reception but as hell would have it — Fate struck!

“What is a catatonic bimbo like you doing at a luxury tailor shop?” That incredible annoying voice boomed before me.

Fuck!

It was Lydia!

This time she wasn't dressed as a saint but a shameless MILF in short skirt, red lipstick, and a crop top.

! She looks like the demon of doom rather than the ‘ANGEL’ written on her top.

I rolled my eyes and checked the text if Mum had replied so I could get away. But no. She too — suck! Her display profile showed Offline and no reply.

“What did you want, senior Saintess…or Lydia?” I looked her up and down.

She waved her ginger hair and walked up to me like a model. “First time seeing the ‘little saint’ of pack's cathedral out of her shell. Wanna come see how life is?”

She's hell bent on tormenting me. Foolish bully.

I put a hand on my nose. “Oops. Senior, what brand of toothpaste do you use? Your mouth stinks just like your words.”

“How dare…” All eyes directed at her immediately she said this and clenched her fist. She calmed down immediately.

Then she walked over and took my hand unexpectedly. WTH! I tried breaking away but she was stronger.

Then we stopped before a tailor. “Hey Laura. This is my junior at the cathedral. Can you style some slutty stepsister skirt for her?”

What!? Trying to throw shades at me like she was nice?

I pushed her off gently. She wanna go wild by acting high and foolish. Little did she know I was trained to insult by Hollywood queen of savageness — Gracey DeLacruz — my mother.

I faced the tailor. “I would love more covered clothes, Miss Laura. I can't afford to look like a living mannequin everywhere I go.”

The tailor and the others around bust into laughter. I stood my ground.

I'm already in a dilemma about my life, who I am, what I am, what I'm becoming and she's here spitting trash.

Mum's text cut into the tension. “Go to shed 16. Ask Laura. She's a cousin from your father's side, tell her you're from me.”

My eyes slowly travel to the top of the shed. And God damnit, it was Shed 16th Laura's shop.

Angrily like a cobra, Lydia raised her hand and pushed me off. “As long as I'm in the game, you never win, bitch!”

Holy shit! “Are you mad?”

“No. I'm Lydia AKA Lady Red.” She laughed like a fuckin maniac and stepped on my toes before I could try to get up.

“Shit!” People had piled up. “What are you doing!?”

She pressed her heels harder, pain ripped through me and shockingly no one helped.

My eyes caught a particular logo on the tailors table and on the ceiling — F.P FASHION INDUSTRY.

What in the name of…. How did I forget this?

“You…You're a Panini Family member?” I asked just to be sure my memory served me right.

She smirked and pressed harder. “The motherfucking heiress, bitch. Lydia Panini Magdalene,” She raised her phone. “And I'm going to share your shameless video on the internet to see how a “saint” like you gets her pussy eaten by her priest stepbrother.”

I'm DOOMED!

My late father works as a driver for Fredrick Panini — Lydia's father.

And now she's stepping on me in her father's fashion industry and had a video that would either kill me or ruin me.

Oh God of mercy! Is this the punishment for my sins?