By Virtue I Fall Cora Reilly Novels & Stories

“That’s why Elara was needed here. She’s the only person who can get through Vera. She's her mom, after all. Right. She’s Vera’s mom. She might get to the bottom of this. But the question is: can she? — [Elara] “This is what happened,” Nora says with a weary sigh, running a hand through her hair. She walks me through everything that happened since yesterday, every detail making my chest grow heavier. According to her, Vera pushed Cora down the stairs, leaving her unconscious and confined to bed for the next day or two. Thankfully, the doctor said the fall didn't cause any serious injuries. Aside from a few superficial scratches, Cora was physically fine. The real concern was the shock. Her b

Cora relied on no one but herself to support herself and Flora. Even though Flora was intellectually disabled, that didn't make her a retard. Kate's insults gave Cora the urge to rip Kate's tongue out. She didn't care what others said about her. She could put up with that. However, she would never allow anyone to insult Flora. In her eyes, Flora was the best daughter in the world. No one compared to her. Kate's words were far too hurtful. Cora had never done a single dishonest thing in her life. She worked hard for an honest living, yet Kate accused her of being a thief.

"You know what Rita? Before now, I've been feeling a little bit guilty about my feelings for Stanley because he is married to you. I've been concerned about how you'll feel when he breaks up with you but now I've come to realize that Stanley was right all along. You don't worth my worry and neither do you deserve any of my pity." "You're nothing but a cruel, bittered and heartless individual. Your fight is to continue to stay with Stanley not because you love him but because of the fortune you're getting out of him." "I confidently stand before you and tell you that I'm in love with Stanley. I'm deeply and madly in love with him and I'll do anything for his happiness even though it involves

Rhys tapped the phone screen. A voice message played in the quiet room. It was Cora's voice. Sweet, but full of venomous pride: "I never even relapsed. I just wanted your healthy heart!" "You're just a spare part waiting to be used anyway. You're completely unworthy of Alpha Rhys!" "Giving your heart to me is at least putting trash to good use!" Everyone in the room's eyes went wide with shock. Cora went ghost-pale. She tried to make excuses, but Rhys just kept playing the messages one by one:

I can’t believe that this is what my life has come to. But it was always headed here. I was destined to kill or be held hostage. There never was an in between for me. Not like this, not as long as everyone thinks that they need me to be powerful. But what does that power really mean? Cora is proof that just because we’re powerful doesn’t mean we’re impenetrable. We have weaknesses, and if they can find them, so can others, so what’s it matter if they have us or not? He pulls me to his chest as he senses the war of emotions rushing through me.

' "No, I can leave myself." After saying that,Cora turned around and walked towards the gate of the villa. The moment she turned around, tears fell down again.Tristan felt a little cold. Even so, he remained calm. After walking out of the villa,Cora found her car. Tears streamed down her cheeks as soon as she got into the car. She couldn't even see the road clearly. Taking the tissue from the car under the windshield, Cora rubbed her face, feeling powerless. Having been strong for so long, she really felt that she was too tired.

Opposable thumbs would at least be nice. I’m jolted out of my haze of arousal when Cora knocks way harder than necessary on the door. When she comes in, I finally get the… privilege?... of meeting her in the flesh. She’s surrounded by the acrid scent of lies– she must be such an accomplished actress in her everyday life that it’s a permanent part of her now. She’s pretty, of course– in a bland, blonde, willowy kind of way. She has the kind of face you’d see a dozen of trying to catch a big break on Broadway or in Hollywood. There’s no character to her face or figure except the stubborn set of her chin and an almost malevolent look of ambition to her eye. Cora isn’t a woman so much as a shark

“Who told you such men didn’t come here? Look, the girls and I just want you to have fun. To break out from your virginity phase. It’s embarrassing.” “Well, sorry if I insist on keeping it for the right guy.” I shook her hand off my arm with a huff. “And what about him?” Cora’s eyes flared up in challenge. “Is he keeping his for the right girl? Do you think there’s a man in this place who’s a virgin? Do you think your perfect guy is a virgin? You have to be rational, Elaine.” If you look at it that way, she had a point. But I’d be damned letting her know that. “Alright. One more hour. I have to open the shop early tomorrow morning.”

But next to his reflection, he saw the shadow of Angeline. She was the "weakness" he hadn't seen coming. She was the "motivation" that was already starting to rewrite his priorities. He realized then that the "Sinful Virtues" weren't just the rules they lived by. They were the traits that would either bind them together or destroy both their empires. Angeline wasn't just his wife; she was a mirror held up to his own soul. And for the first time, Roman Moretti didn't like what he saw.

If he thought she was dead he would never look for her. The large hall fell silent, only Clara and the boys sobs filled the air. The menacing figure tilted his head in confusion. "So, she is not a threat?" "She was never a threat." Clara spat out, tears streaming down her face. "She would have loved you like an uncle. She was just an innocent baby. My baby, the baby I will never watch grow up." She fell back into her husbands arms crying as he whispered comforting thing into her ear. "I suggest you leave cousin." He said turning to the menacing man with the glowing red eyes.