The Devil I Kissed のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

“What is all of this?” “All the information about your family and any other person I know.” He spoke, it was like a vault, Gabriel was taking forever coming so he was able to bring me here. It’s a part of the house. “I was born in Greece,” I whispered as I skipped through the rest of the files. “So was I, one of the best years of my life, I have an attachment to the city, it’s beautiful and calm and this is the first place I met you.” He spoke calmly and I smiled. “Everything here is about your family, it’s going to be hard for me to trust but for the first time, I see myself giving the possibility of listening to my heart, don’t hurt me again Aurora.” “I would let the world burn before I let that happen,” I spoke and he smiled, it was the same words he had said to me some time ago. We gathered most of the files and I sat by the couch in the vault, it was large and spacious. “Who is this?” I mumbled when I pulled a picture out of the file. “That’s your father.” Wow

Aurora’s POV….. I froze for a second, the person didn’t realize I could see him through the window, and he didn’t even realize my eyes were on his the whole time; he could not see. I leaned further toward Dominic and I didn’t stop to make my movements. “There is someone outside the house, it’s not one of the guards,” I whispered against his ear before I swept my hot tongue against it. “Fuck.” He breathed out, “What does he look like?” Dominic asked, I rose again and I realized the person was now trying to get to the door. “Wearing something in brown, has a frown on his face and he is with a key chain, he is trying to open the back door, I can tell he is trying all he can, I don’t think he is breaking in, he doesn’t look scared, he is not doing subtly and well now he is out of there; he is heading toward the other side of the house, to possibly find a window that is already opened or something else,” I explained that when I made a sudden movement and a moan slipped out of m

“How can I trust you?” I asked Patrick. “You can choose not to, I didn’t defend you when they spoke, I didn’t say a single thing to you and I have my reasons.” “You don’t want to be any part of the mafia, " I said, and he nodded. He was glancing around, worried someone would see us, and I felt like maybe he just wanted to talk to me and not lie. “What do you want from me?” I asked. “Believe me when I say, I don’t care if you are Dad’s other daughter. I just hope you are better than any of them in that room because they care more about money and power than anything else in the world, and I never wanted any of this. I want to work with you.” “You want to help, betray the siblings that you have known from the moment you were born, the family you grew up in, and the father that took care of you,” I spoke in disbelief. “The siblings don’t care about me, did anyone ask how I felt the whole time we were in there, they didn’t, and believe me just because I grew up in a glass hou

“I don’t have a choice, do I?” I mumbled during dinner. He was about to speak when we heard the bell ring. One of the guards walked in a few seconds, stood beside the table, and handed something to Dominic. It looked like an invitation. I had a feeling it had to do with my so-called family. I still have not contacted Patrick about any of this. “What is it?” “An invitation to your sister’s engagement party, the game they are trying to play, they are making it quite obvious and pathetic.” He mumbled before he threw it away; he is not mad at the paper, he is mad about the conversation we had earlier. The whole getting married and mafia thing, I don’t have a choice, if I don’t get married to him, I would be dead, maybe there is a way he would be willing to let go of the mafia in future, it is a long shot and if I fail, I stay in the mafia with him for as long as I am alive, I didn’t want that, yet I didn’t have to fight either. We need to be united in this, I was about to spe

“Get up.” I heard Dominic speak. I haven’t seen him since that day. I guess he gave me the space as much as I wanted. The room has been covered with shade since the day I stepped in. The maid will always come in with all sorts of meals. I am very depressed about my mother and I guess Dominic has tried to understand, it’s been three days and I am still here: “I am not in the mood Dominic.” “I was not asking, get up and shower, change your clothes, and meet me downstairs.” “No,” I mumbled and he moved closer to me, he carried me in his arms as I yelled and screamed and he didn’t care, he pulled us inside the closet and he turned on the lights making my eyes blink a few times to adjust to it. “What the hell Dominic?” I yelled and he rolled his eyes at me. “I would give you one pass for helping me, now do as I say or I would be the one giving you that bath and changing your clothes for you.” He spoke and I stared at him, a part of me hoping he could be joking but he is not.