I'm looking for another way to calm myself. The balcony on the top floor is the choice.The view is beautiful because this mansion is close to the Hudson river. An elite and most expensive estate in America, the owner is my big boss, Rhysand del Millero, whose face no one has ever seen. Maybe he's not as narcissistic as the man my sister is already engaged to.I sighed, opened my phone and scrolled boredly through my social media feeds. What happened on the first floor left me breathless. The crowds and all the heavy talk between people displeased me. I've never admired the situation, and usually I can try to keep whatever's stuck in my throat. Usually I try harder, and right now I can't even catch my breath. I felt that the little clothes didn't suit me anymore, and felt that I should temporarily disappear from that world. I never imagined the presence of the De Sanctis could suppress me this much.They are a big family, with awesome intimidation. They were quiet as tombs, and their

Nicholas strode with big steps towards us, his hands in his pockets, and his face hard. With his black suit illuminated by the shimmering twilight light, he could pass for the god Zeus descending from the sky. One only had to look up and see the dark look in his eyes to know that it was just smoke. What worried me the most was his gaze, was full of venom, aimed at Emmet.My stomach twisted, and I moved away from Emmet. He seemed to be aware of Nicholas' presence now."Uh, Nicholas de Sanctis? Why did he pick you up?" he asked hesitantly."Um. . . ." I didn't know.I didn't know how to explain it because instead of being here, Nicholas was supposed to be with Gal. Having a romantic dinner, and going home together. But he's here with his fiery gaze. He must believe that since he's engaged to my sister, it's now his duty to deal with any man who comes my way.Frustration crawled up my back. I had a lot of temperamental cousins and uncles and brothers-the last thing I needed was another m

I tied my hair up, staring at my face in front of the glass sink. The bags under my eyes were visible, and my face was pale and haggard. I couldn't sleep last night, and my sleeping pills have run out. I'll ask Baron for more later because buying my own is something I can't possibly do. Papa's men are always watching me, reporting everything I do. It would only stop if one of my cousins was with me. Of course, it was Baron who always saved me.I sighed as I looked down. Calming myself down once more before going out for breakfast and facing the demon that had already found its way into our house. I shouldn't have come home last night. I should have accepted Louis' invitation. At least, when I was with him, I wouldn't have felt more tormented. I really regret it now.Snorting once more, I stepped out of the walk-in closet and out of the room to go downstairs to face the nightmare that had come true. My eyes caught the Baron, Carl, and Nicholas, who were already sitting at the table fo

My house is incredible. The front door is red with a gold knock. Black and white checkered floor. A lacquered wooden staircase and a gleaming chandelier. However, I always wonder, If I peel off the wallpaper on the wall, there will be red blood? Gentle splashes would drip down the pool onto the marble floor if this world were as transparent as glass.I stare at the TV in the kitchen corner, barely processing the newscaster's voice, but when the word murder crosses her ruby lips, it echoes in my mind. My throat caught as the back of my hand moved, followed by my bracelet. While my house, my life, is built on piles of dirty money, I can always say I'm not contributing to the balance. Not until earlier this ten years, that is. The blood is on my hands, and guilt watches over me as I sleep.It has always controlled me, and now it's returning to me when I know exactly who I'm dealing with.He's cosa nostra, blood is always in his way, and after the guy in Bronx—who's making headlines for

I sat in the kitchen, legs crossed on the chair, watching the raindrops fall through the windowpane."No no no!" Rianna, Elena's mother: our aunt threw a wooden spoon onto the kitchen table, having just tasted the red sauce Gal had prepared. Her sportsuit was purple today, and her hair was halved as usual. "Now you're dead and killed him."Gal sighed, her expression tightening in frustration. "How can I kill him again?""Your sauce is bitter, and he'll pass out."Amusement filled me. The last pot of sauce, Gal taking too long, and poor Nicholas dying of starvation.Auntie shook her head. "Unbelievable. I don't know how you didn't know how to cook spagetti sauce all this time. Your mom should pull you from that play you took and make you spend time in the kitchen."Gal leaned against the counter. A white apron covered her Hamlet T-shirt, longer than her shorts, and a yellow bandana kept her hair out of her face. "Elena can't cook either."Elena frowned."Elena's not getting married in a