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Author: PEACHES
last update Last Updated: 2023-10-14 23:27:42

SAMMY

It is easier to reject a man who cheats on you rather than swallowing the bitter pill labeled as he is not yours, so move the fuck on. I would preferably take the cheating, lying asshole, punch him in the face, and move on.

It took all my adolescent years to accept the fact the Marco wasn't into me. I was merely the sister of his so-called brothers—the girl with whom he'd laugh, snicker, fight, and protect.

I had seen Marco transform over the years, from a boy to a man, and each moment, made it harder to let go of this infatuation—this living, breathing passion.

There was a constant push and pull of emotions. One of the fundamental reasons I couldn't let go of the feelings for Marco entirely out of my mind because he was unattached.

Sure, he hooked up now and then, with girls kneeling, bowing and doing all sorts of things to him—for him. But everything was based on one-night-of-fun. So I fooled myself into believing that one day—maybe one day he'd notice me.

And then I saw him w
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  • The Monster's Protégé   - 61 -

    AURORAHe was already bleeding frustration into the punching bag, each hit louder than the last, like he was trying to beat the truth out of the canvas. Good. Made it easier for me to catch him off guard.Without thinking, I jabbed him—just once, but hard—right into his ribs. The sound he made as he hit the gym floor was divine retribution.“You pathetic son of a bitch,” I snarled, standing over him like the beast he loved to provoke. My fists were still clenched, and God, I wanted to hit him again. “What have you told Marco?”He blinked, half smug, half surprised. That signature Dominic smirk bloomed on his lips as he extended a hand to me, like I was going to help him up. Cute. I slapped it away, then kicked his foot for good measure.

  • The Monster's Protégé   - 60 -

    MARCOThere were a million things I once believed about myself—untouchable, unbreakable, and goddamn bulletproof. And then I saw her. One look, and that was all it took. One fucking look at her with him, and my entire delusion of self-image cracked like a delicate glass.Jealousy? Hell yes, I’ll admit it. I’d never allowed my mind to go there, to picture Aurora with someone else. Aurora belonged in leather and shadows, her lipstick blood-red, her heels merciless, and a gun always somewhere close enough to kiss her skin. That was the version of her I’d written into my story. The version that stayed. A goddess with venom on her tongue and chaos in her smile. Men wanted her, fantasized about her, but none ever dared to step into her orbit.

  • The Monster's Protégé   - 59 -

    AURORA"Thank you…for today," I said softly, my voice trailing off at the end. I meant it more than I could explain—because days like this, moments like this, weren’t common for me. I hadn’t laughed like that in a long time. Maybe ever. I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed simply feeling…normal.Simon looked at me, his smile easy, his eyes warm. "Anytime," he replied. "I had a good day too… thanks to you."With a smile, I stepped out of the car slowly, deliberately, letting every inch of red silk and bare skin speak for me. The dress clung like it had been sewn on, and I knew the moment Marco saw me, he’d feel it—rage, regret, lust. Hopefully, all three.T

  • The Monster's Protégé   - 58 -

    AURORAThe red dress was a statement—loud, unapologetic, and completely out of my comfort zone.I’d barely gotten the words “need help picking out something for a wedding” out of my mouth before Sammy damn near squealed like a kid who just found out her crush liked her back. The way she lit up, you'd think I’d just announced my engagement and not that I was tagging along as some guy’s plus one.To be clear—Simon was not a boyfriend.Not a friend, either.More like… a beautiful question mark I couldn’t stop circling back to.But still, I let Sammy pull me through racks of designer gowns like we were preparing for

  • The Monster's Protégé   - 57 -

    AURORAI was sitting in the minimalistic living cum dining space, with a leg propped on the table. The last time I had been here, the place was at least looked new, now, not so much.And would it kill him to get a housekeeper at least once a week? God! I knew men were never very particular about living standards but at least they could live a better life.It was what felt like an eternity later when I heard the telltale sound of the lock clicking open. Finally.The door creaked, the knob turned, and in walked the man I’d been waiting for—he strolled in without urgency, keys jingling, sleeves rolled up, and sin carved into the way he carried himself.He paused when he saw me. Of course he did.

  • The Monster's Protégé   - 56 -

    AURORAViktor Romano was back.There was something about his presence that sucked all the air out of the room—the kind of quiet that demanded attention, not because he was loud, but because power never needed to raise its voice.We were in the Romano conference room—floor-to-ceiling glass on one side, steel and smoked wood everywhere else. He sat at the head of the table, his fingers were steepled, gaze locked ahead like he was playing chess with ghosts.Dominic was already slouched beside him, all leather jacket and insolence. Marco sat across from me, unreadable, crisp in black. And me? I leaned back in my chair, boots kicked out, expression bored—but every nerve in my body was on high alert.

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