MARIELLA Two weeks of being in this goddamn mansion with the same routine. Two weeks of misery. I couldn’t blame Eros. His initiation was in five days and he had been managing both his domain as the underboss of Manhattan and the CEO of Castellanos industries single-handedly. But I had thought he w

On the screen was Amara, sitting on the bed with her legs folded. From the first video I just watched, she looked a lot different in this one. Her hair was lying loosely over her shoulder and her eyes were swollen. “This . . . this is wrong. So wrong,” she mumbled, shaking her head, her voice barel

My chest twisted into knots. It was my fault. “Let me do it,” I repeated, my words barely audible. Because of the guilt. He twisted his head in my direction and gritted, “The only thing you should do right now is get the fuck out of this room.” I should’ve listened to him, should’ve sprinted out

EROS My left arm itched. Every spot that the tattoo gun had touched burned like hell, but I just smiled through it. Many wondered, even I did, why I was doing this, why I wanted to get entangled in a world that wasn’t really mine. Since Amara’s death, I had tried to find a different purpose than b

I caught notice of a small box on my bed, the sky-blue gift wrapper contrasting with the dark blue sheets. God, I fucking hated gift wrappers because they reminded me of the box Elias had gifted Adonis on the day of his crowning. The content, my sister’s sex tape—the one that had ruined her in the w