Sadie’s jealousy

Sadie’s POV

It was Two years ago. Yet i still remember the day that is still burned into my brain, as I witnessed it all.

It was the day of my seventeenth birthday, and my friends from high school had dragged me out for my first drink. Italy had a more acceptable rule for age and alcohol.

Unlike the US, where I’d grown up, life in Italy was more than I could ask for. A good family, an amazing stepdad, and a man who loved my mom more than anything.

Although I know there were days when my mom looked sad and lost.

Especially when my father, James Landry, didn’t want to sign the divorce papers to let her be free—just to punish her.

It drove my mom sad while she was still battling her sickness. While Gavin Del Rossi never left her side.

Gavin Del Rossi, who was the president of Rossi Consolidated, a billionaire, and my mother’s first love when she grew up in Italy.

I was brought in as his daughter. He loved me like his own. At sixteen, I had come to know the Rossi family, especially meeting the four Rossi sons.

From a young age, I didn’t understand why I felt so shy to meet their gaze or even breathe when they were in the room; that’s how much power the Rossi brothers had over me.

Eliosandro, who was twenty-nine at the time, and then Marcelo, who was twenty-seven. Then Lorenzo, who was also twenty-eight, from a different mother, and then Adrian, who was twenty-five.

And soon enough, I had begun to see them as my protectors. They were always there for me. I was always pampered as a princess of the Rossi family.

I had anything I wanted, although I hardly asked for anything; they had made sure to always be attentive to me.

Maybe that’s what drew me to insanity; maybe that’s what made me obsessed with them. Because I couldn’t have what I truly wanted, them.

And the gift they had given me on the morning of my seventeenth birthday was a bracelet that held charms, one that made me smile as I saw all their signatures engraved on the back.

My bed was covered with white roses, the best dresses, jewelry, and so many things that I loved. “Oh my god, Sadie, you are so lucky! Oh my god,” Alana exclaimed, her eyes wide with greed as she touched the jewels and new dresses on the bed.

“You are so lucky, Sadie. Oh gosh .” And talk more about the Rossi brothers being so hot. I’m still waiting for you to get me Adrian’s number, please.”

Alana said with a tug on my hand. I tried to smile, although a bitter pool swelled in my stomach knowing that not only her,

but the majority of the women admired them so much, had their eyes on them, and could get them, but I was their sister. I could do nothing.

Why was I feeling this way? I tried to distract her. “Aren’t we supposed to leave? For dinner?”

“Oh yes, oh yes, our friends are waiting for us,” Alana said. Just as she picked up her bag, she tugged me out of the room.

When we were ready to be let into the club, as soon as I got the taste of alcohol, I let out a grimace as the hot liquid passed down my throat.

My other friends laughed, already used to taking alcohol before they turned eighteen, but it was new to me.

The whole scene, and just before I thought my day couldn’t get any worse, Alana wasn’t the only one who had started to pry and ask about my brothers.

“Oh my god, I would do anything to get in their bed. Oh fuck, just imagine getting fucked by Elio himself!” Another squealed.

“Oh, I would do anything for Marcel and Lorenzo to team tag and fuck me at once.” They giggled, and every word they spoke just made me more and more upset.

I wanted it to be over. I wanted to be back at the Del Rossi estate and stay with my brothers and watch a god-awful romcom in the house’s private cinema. I wanted to go home.

So I stood up, paid all their bills, and took a taxi; although a bit tipsy, I was brought back to the chateau.

The estate held two main houses that were far apart, one where my mom and Gavin stayed because of her illness.

I had been taken to the main house to stay with my brothers since I still had school, and they were trusted to take care of me.

I walked past a large foyer, took a few steps up, and headed to the East Wing, where their rooms were.

I had walked into the main room just as I saw the silhouette of a woman wearing a mini dark blue dress, her dark brunette hair perfectly curled to the side,

and her perfectly manicured nails holding on to a bottle of red wine. Just as she turned, her eyes stared at me, our eyes locked, almost similarly.

But mine held a darker sapphire to it, and hers was more of an icy blue. “Oh, if it isn’t the Rossi secret princess,” the girl smiled at me, but I stood confused.

“Who are you?” I asked as she stared at me with a smirk.

“I’m Chanel Stanley. My family works and has deep ties with the Rossis. You see, I’ve grown quite more close to them these past few months too.”

“Close?” I said as I felt a warm tumble in my stomach. She wasn’t just an ordinary person. She wasn’t like Alana, who had only daydreamed about being with my brothers.

She was mature, beautiful, and held a sensual power about her, as her hips swayed with each step,

walking over to sit by the armchairs and letting herself take a sip from her cup. Everything she did was central, slow, and well-machined.

I was insanely intimidated, but I didn’t want to back down. My brothers had hardly told me anything about themselves.

Chanel looked like she would spill everything. So I sat, showing my most innocent smile.

“Looks like your brothers will be running late, so you can keep me company, can’t you, Sadie?” she said with a smile.

“How do you know them enough—”

“—enough to get into the estate, right? That’s why you wanted to ask,” she called as she crossed her legs elegantly, making a show of her tan legs.

Everything she did was sensual, slow, and well-machined. I bit the inside of my cheeks to keep my smile.

“My brothers don’t let anyone in; they don’t—”

“But I’m not like anyone.” She sipped her wine. “What do you think I’m here for? Who do you think satisfies their cravings each night?” she called,

And I stared at her, confused about what she was talking about. Just as she stood, walking over to me,

“Oh, little Sadie, you have no idea, do you?” She giggled just as the door opened and Elio walked in first.

His eyes turned, looking at Chanel before I could ask her anything else. “Quit it,” he said darkly to Chanel, who rolled her eyes.

“Just look at the baby; she’s so clueless but doesn’t say anything.” She giggled again.

“Hi Elio,” I started. Just as three of my brothers walked in, they all stared from Chanel to me, but then something they did confused me.

They ignored me, with Elio grabbing at Chanel’s hands. Chanel turned back to me,

sending me a wave with a smirk before she was led into another room.

“What’s going on? I was just talking to her,” I said to Adrian, who sighed.

“Just go to sleep, Sadie.” He walked over to me, leaning over to kiss my forehead, , “Happy birthday,” he said.

Just as he left the room, they all left the main room while I stared, confused as to what just happened.

But I forced myself to go to sleep in my room.

I got in the shower and washed away the alcohol and activities, just as I lay in bed, but I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t know what was telling me to go check on them.

But I still wanted questions answered that Chanel looked like she wanted to answer.

So I stepped out of my room, quietly walking through the dark hallways of the estate over to the pool house, which was another small mansion. I was warned never to come here.

But I was far too intrigued, and I was seventeen years old, for God’s sake. I was old enough to understand things, so I stubbornly walked out of the main house and to the pool house.

I could barely hear anything other than the soft jazz music that was playing.

So I sneaked in quietly, just as I saw the red light peeking out from a door. That when the cries of a woman grows louder than music,

My heart pounds with each step as I quietly tiptoed to the door and opened it as my eyes widened to what I had just witnessed.

The smell of sex, whimpers and moans in the air and in the middle of it all was was Chanel,

entangled right in the middle of my four brothers as she was getting fucked and dominated by all four of them.

That’s when I realized why Chanel felt so dangerous to me—because she had what was mine.