Alle Kapitel von Taken By My Fiancé’s Cousin : Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

I woke up a mess, not because of what happened at the party, but because of Enzo’s kiss. It felt so good. I remembered how my stomach was flipping, or were those butterflies? It’s funny how a kiss is riling me up more than our sex could. “Why did he kiss me, though?” I asked myself. I remembered how he told me to go to bed after that without giving me any explanation. My phone ringing interrupted my thoughts. It’s been like forever since my phone rang. When I saw the caller, I sat straighter. It was my dad. He never calls. What could be the matter? I answered regardless. “H…hello, Dad.” “What the fuck did you do at that party last night?!” he barked. My eyes widened in fear. Oh my God! “D…Dad, I can ex…” “I just got a call from one of Luca’s associates!” He cut me off. “Sofia, tell me they’re lying. Tell me you didn’t embarrass the Verri family!” I didn’t know when my hands started shaking. “I…it was the alcohol,” I replied. “I don’t care what it was!” he snapped. “Do you hav

ENZO Sofia deserved what happened. At least, that was what I needed to believe. She'd called Marcus handsome in Chicago. Then she kissed him at the party. So what exactly was I supposed to believe? That she only did it because she'd been jealous at the party? Bullshit. I hated that I'd even wondered. I had no right to. Not after what I'd done. I was the one who kissed her last night. I was the one who crossed that line again. And now I was standing there judging her for kissing another man? Fuck that. Why did I kiss her? I didn't know, just like I didn't know why I'd been so angry when I saw her locking lips with my teammate. I needed to stay out of her business. Whatever happened between us was a mistake. One I needed to forget. Especially after Nora. I'd already made one mess. I wasn't going to make another by getting involved with Sofia. She could deal with the consequences of her choices. And I could finally mind my own damn business and forget about what happened

I’ve been staying at Enzo’s place for five days, and my mind has been on a complete rollercoaster. Enzo has been nowhere to be found this whole time. The seven-day timer Luca gave my father was ticking away, and I couldn't do a single thing about it. And now... I just found out Marcus is dead. I feel like shit. I keep asking myself: Are Enzo and Luca responsible? But the news source said he died from a drug overdose. I need to get the hell out of this house and go talk to Luca, the asshole hasn’t been picking up my calls since that night he scared the hell out of me. And lastly, I need to get the fuck out of Enzo’s life. Then, an idea occurred to me. Even though Luca doesn’t give me money directly, he buys me high-end designer stuff. I could sell them and raise enough cash for my own apartment. It felt like a genius plan. I packed all the items I intended to sell, but as I was about to walk out, the front door to Enzo’s living room sprang open. I tensed up, then relaxed when

LUCA Tell me why I came to see my cousin, my blood, and found Sofia standing on the other side of his door.The same woman I'd told Enzo to stay away from.And now she was in his house.I clenched my jaw.Her face was drained of every colour. When she saw me, at least she knew she was indeed in trouble. My eyes trailed from her face to the bags in her hands.“Step aside,” I ordered. She did so immediately. Good girl.“Enzo!!!!” I shouted as I walked further into the living room.There was no reply.I turned towards Sofia, who remained standing by the door.“You’re in serious trouble,” I told her. “Go sit your ass down there.”I pointed towards one of the sofas.“I…I can ex—”“Shut the fuck up, Sofia, and go sit the fuck down!” I yelled.She yelped and hurried towards the sofa.Just then, Enzo walked down the stairs.He stopped in his tracks when he saw me.Then he glanced towards Sofia.“From where you stand, start explaining,” I commanded.“Luca.”“I didn't ask you to say my name. I

“Let them investigate. Marcus was a junkie who couldn’t handle his dose.” I glanced toward Sofia, and the look she gave me almost got under my skin. I’m a pathological liar, I know that about myself. Turning to Nora, I kept my tone level. “The toxicology report will prove it. Do your job, Nora. Call my lawyer.” Nora nodded slowly, but her brow furrowed. “And how do you explain the video of your cousin’s fiancée kissing another man?” I clenched my jaw, my eyes flicking back to Sofia. She looked sick with guilt, the exact same look she had on her face when she realized I was the one who killed Marcus. I couldn’t I lie to her, I should have. But for some fucking reason, I’m not a liar with her. “She has a name, Nora. Use it,” I snapped. Nora cleared her throat, “Yes, sir.” “No phones were allowed in the VIP area,” Nora added, checking her tablet. “But someone clearly snuck one in and recorded the fight between you and Marcus.” I let out a laugh. “Right. But the bastar