Ten Years For His Sicilian Lie Novels & Stories

"You've been dead for ten years! You can't be alive!" Only then did Julian turn to Vincent. The warmth in his eyes vanished, replaced by an ice-cold killing intent. "Dead?" A cold, empty laugh escaped his lips. "Vincent, you've always been a fool." He let go of my hand and walked slowly toward Vincent. "For ten years, I've been waiting for this moment. To expose all your ugliness. To take back everything that should have been Isabella's." "What are you talking about?" Vincent forced himself to stand straight. "I'm the head of the Corleone family! The Corleone family doesn't know you!"

He likes my ‬pain after all. "Oh, that hurts, huh?!" He mocks in rage. He lifts my sleeve as far up as it would go, ripping it. He takes the cigarette out of his mouth and lands on my arm. Instant pain shoots through my skin. I hold back a scream of agony. Tears fall. I can't control them. The burning smell of flesh fills my nose, causing me to feel sick. He takes the cigarette off and looks at my tearful face. His eyes remain unsympathetic.

“What is it that’s bothering you?” He sighed and lifted his gaze to me. His eyes were dark but when it found mine, it became gentle, and I felt like he’s staring at the most important thing in is world now. Me. And somehow, I feel comfort in that. “You mentioned Lucian Von Rellis,” he said, his voice coarse. “Yes, I did. She was mentioned in the diary. Then I asked the servant who serves me blood everyday and knew that he is Elizabeth’s first lover.” “Yes, I know about that. I knew clearly that he was her first lover and that… Alec killed him,” the way he mentioned the last few words was so dark and strangely silent that it sounded so lethal and so wicked.

My mom slammed her spoon down. "Favored him? Five years ago, he nearly got his father killed and framed Vincent! We showed mercy!" "Did it ever occur to you that Nick was telling the truth?" Lina jabbed a finger at Tommaso's chest, voice sharp as glass. "The kidney in your body is Nick’s. We stripped him of everything, then took his fucking life." The bowl crashed to the floor. Vincent screamed, clutching his incision. But Sofia stood frozen, face sheet-white.

“Figured you’d be buried alive in numbers. Black, no sugar. Don’t say I never do anything for you.”I leaned back, grabbing one with a nod. “Timing’s perfect. Sit— these manifests are killing me. Your Sicilian contacts came through?”He dropped into the leather chair opposite, stretching long legs out. “Like clockwork. Customs cleared yesterday, quality’s pristine. But enough shop talk.

I rushed into the ward, sobbing and threatening to die with him. When he was eighteen and his enemies were after him, I stepped in and took the slash that was meant for him, leaving a scar across my chest. When he was twenty, he secretly delivered food to earn money for my engagement ring, keeping his family in the dark. He said to me, "Lia, marry me. I'll love you for the rest of my life." Years of feelings had moved me, and my heart beat only for him. So, I agreed to marry.

"I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I'm begging you to hear me out." Every instinct I possessed screamed at me to tear him apart where he knelt. This was the man who had betrayed me, who had helped orchestrate Serena's kidnapping, who had sided with Vincent in his attempt to destroy everything I'd built. The fact that he had the audacity to show his face here, to grovel for mercy after what he'd done, made my wolf snarl with rage. "You have thirty seconds," I said, my voice deadly calm. "And then I'm going to kill you."

"We're only thinking about Abend Group's future. Daisy really likes your bedroom, so why don't you let her have it? Once she gives birth, she'll return it to you. "I gave you the title of my wife, so I need to compensate Daisy in other ways. I promised her I'd repay her ten times over," Edward continued, trying to persuade me, but I couldn't listen any longer. His words made me nauseous. "Edward, how did we end up like this? There was a time when we truly loved each other. We vowed to love only one another for a lifetime in that chapel." He hadn't expected me to say that. He was stunned, as if recalling the happy moments we had once shared.

“I imagine that he will be a bit morose not having grandfather around.” He chuckled. “Give him something sweet, hm?” I frowned. “Why are you talking as if you won’t be here for much longer?” “Because I won’t,” he said. “That was the deal, wasn’t it? Ten years…” “But… you said that was ten years until Lucian woke up.” “It is, but the severity of his state at the time meant that it would essentially be trading his life for mine.” He chuckled again. “It is not a decision I regret.”

That person looked at Phoebe and stated “Man! Your work is done here now, back off.” The person seethed in anger. “Lankov it’s the deal. I gave you Falcone and his fate was lying there. There is nothing you do with my friend. SO you back off.” Phoebe spat angrily in same tone “Huh like we are here to follow your damn words. We Sicilians only work for our morals and rules, not for you. Buddy you are dealing with us so you might take care of your tongue , who knows you will lose it.” Lankov smirked.