Novel & Cerita Synopsis Of Under Your Scars: A Dark Romance Novel

My voice sounded like damn gravel in my own ears. The rage simmered under my ribs like it was hot and poisonous. One more scream and I swear, I’m tossing the little demon out the fucking window. Vittoria Scarpa. She was a beautiful, loyal, and stupid pawn. She was raised in the same cesspool I crawled out of—our little mafia cradle. She grew up watching betrayal handed out like party favors, and learned early that trust was a goddamn lie. She was a fool though. She thought marrying me would mean something. She thought we’d have a real family. What a joke.

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My heart starts beating faster. This time, I hear a woman’s muffled shriek. Or maybe not. But as I reach the entrance, I pause. Shocked at the sight before me. WHAT THE FUCK?! There are two naked girls with him. The girls are both kissing while the one with curly brown hair has her hand around Alpha Zayne’s dick, stroking it. HOW CAN THEY DO THAT HERE?! Out in the open where anyone can walk in? The girls stop kissing when Zayne pulls the redhead onto his lap and starts kissing and fondling her breasts and naked butt.

But my hands aren’t clean anymore. Rubbing my eyelid, I glanced at the little notebook Nik gave me. He wanted me to write down a list,things I wanted to experience with him. Things that would “ruin” me. Funny thing is, Anastasia’s already ruined. Nothing can break her again. But Skye? That version of me,the sweet, lost girl she pretends to be? She could still be broken. She could still be… ruined. The pen moved slowly across the page. “Fall in love with me and let me kill you.”

“No, I owe you and your family. Now get out of here and go home to your wife. I heard congratulations are in order, you having a girl or a boy?” “Boy is what the ultrasound has shown and thank you. You know what? You can go back to the UAE and pay blood money for your crime,I think. Okay, great seeing you again Tire. I wish you’ll find your own happiness, maybe fall in love too? “Nah, who would want a criminal bastard like me? I don’t want to taint somebody else’ s blood by getting involved with me. Love is only for people without a tainted past. We had been thieves Brick and some. I am just so happy that you were able to rise above the filth and found a woman who loves you unconditionally.

“Don’t do anything stupid.” I looked down at her hand on my skin. At the faint scar on her knuckle I’d kissed the night she got it. At the way her pulse jumped under her skin. “I won’t,” I lied. She let go. I walked away. But not before I saw the tear she didn’t let fall. Third-person POV – Same night, downtown Houston In a penthouse wrapped in darkness and red silk, Ingrid Volkov lay tangled in black sheets, naked and sated.

Milady, I know you don't know me and probably will never know me or hear from me after this, but there is something you need to know. My name is Scarlet and I am a bar wench down by the taverns. Your Austin talks about you often, and I know many things about you. The reason I do is because he has slept with me time and again while he was looking for you and assumed you never wanted to see him again. He has no intention of telling you any of this for fear that you will never trust him again. I hope you get all that you deserve, milady. Scarlet

he stated squarely, his tone bereft of patience. Dysis looked between them, the contrast clear. Adam was happy, maybe even proud. Alexander was hard; his barriers were too tall for any feeling to get through. Their friction was a silent storm, one that had obviously been building for years. She lacked understanding of it. not quite. She recalled, though, the marks of her own background, the scars left by a father who considered her as only a transaction. Pain arrived in all forms and with various backgrounds. She asked whether Alexander's was carved as precisely as hers. Perhaps some scars simply hardened rather than faded. - -

She hadn't even considered the possibility that the rest of his kind might not take nicely to him marrying a witch , they hated them so much . "Where are we going?" Scar finally asked once they'd been traveling for some time. The cart shook constantly on the path, and it was giving her a headache. "To the Underland," Damon answered curtly. "We're almost to the tunnels." His tone was clipped and impersonal, making Scar withdraw back into her seat, unwilling to press him for more information. He was back to his cold, impassive self, nothing like the man who had saved her skin from death . Nothing like the man who'd made her sleep on a bed . Nothing like the man who made her feel so safe .

I spat out, trying to breathe, “you’re going to stay away from me, right? Be gone. Because the last thing I need is to be controlled and manipulated by a younger man. Especially one with Newton blood running through his veins!” He laughed, dark and sharp, pressing his body harder into mine. I clenched my jaw, rage burning hot, but inside I felt torn—every angry thought tangled with the unwanted heat his touch ignited. “Doesn’t matter,” he hissed. “You’ll still end up mine—either way.” “What? What the actual hell, Liam?” I shouted, jerking in frustration. “That’s not a deal. That’s blackmail.” “That’s obsession, Scarlette,” he said, voice like fire. “And I’m way too far gone to play fair.”