Separate Roads I Fought For
I stared at the Vercetti marriage contract my father pushed across the table.
Without hesitation, I wrote my half-sister’s name, Demi, and slid it back.
My father froze. Then his eyes lit up with ridiculous excitement, like he’d just won the lottery.
"How can you give such a perfect chance to your sister?"
Last life, my marriage was a joke for everyone around me.
I was the red-haired, untamed little witch who dared to climb into the orbit of Cassian Vercetti, heir and leader of the old-blood Vercetti crime family.
I was never perfect nor obedient.
He loved goddess gowns. I wore mini skirts and danced on tables.
He demanded missionary, traditional, orderly intimacy. I wanted to climb on top,