I arranged my hair while I was standing in front of the dressing room. I tried styling my hair into different styles that will suit me. The dressing room was scanty at the moment. About two girls were doing their thing while I focused on mine. While I was still dealing with my hair, I heard the door open and from the reflection of the mirror, I saw Gio come in. 'What the heck does he want now?' I said to myself. The two girls hurriedly left the room leaving me alone with Gio. "Hi, Gio," I said to him. I didn't turn around to look at him but I knew he was standing behind me. "I'm sorry I didn't help you on time. It was my fault you almost drowned inside the pool," he apologized and I chuckled. Really? That apology was not necessary to me. He had no control over what happened. Besides, it was his father, Luciano who oversaw the affairs of everything. He knew his father was deadly and he could not dare go against his father's wish. Besid

LUCIANO'S POV I stood there in front of my mirror. I was already dressed for the party . Anger coursed through me. I shut my eyes. Amara had been with Dee. I was sure of it after last night. Like a movie playing back in my head, I could see the delighted smile on her face; I could smell her intoxicating perfume as she hugged me thinking I was my brother. The images replayed again and again. I opened my eyes, wanting to concentrate on something else, but I couldn't get her out of my head. What did Dee have that I didn't have anyway? I had never felt so adverse to being a twin as I felt at this moment. I shuddered imperceptibly as I recalled the hug she had given me. Her body was so warm and soft, her breasts had pressed against my chest. I had felt like taking her right then. I felt a distention in my trousers and discovered I was already hard. Damn! How could a mere slip of a girl make me act and behave like a horny teenager? I opened the w

Amara's POV I hurried into the bathroom with tears threatening to fall off. The shock of what Luciano made me do was overwhelming. I was sad, but it was something I couldn't escape from, life has led me to this. Remembering the amount of shocks I received from Luciano caused the tears to flow unrestricted. I was in the bathroom so I could turn on the shower and scream as much as I wanted. He had promised to be with me tonight, which meant another round of torture. Like the one he made me go through earlier wasn't enough for him. I decided I wouldn't go to the room. He would have to break the door and get me, at least I'd know that I tried my best. Sometimes I wonder why my life is like this. One minute things are going well, the next minute it's going haywire. I slouched on the bathtub losing the will to do anything, I just wanted a break from everything. Ideas began to form in my tired brain as I thought of doing things that would really

Amara's POV Receiving constant training and beatings from Bella had made me stronger. I noticed that I had become tougher and bold which I was grateful for. Finally, I was beginning to fulfill the promise I made to myself the last time Bella beat me up. As I constantly remembered what Luciano said after I came back to him with bruises. I brought a pair of jeans with a blue shirt from the wardrobe and flung it to the bed, reminded of the fact that Luciano had not tortured me as promised. It got me tense because I knew he wanted me to anticipate the night we would spend together and I knew it wouldn't end up well, especially for me. I wondered what he wanted from me, if I was so useless to him why couldn't he sell me so Dee could buy me? It was something I really wanted to ask him but I didn't want to incur his wrath so I kept it back in and walked to the mirror to dress up. The jeans fitted me nicely and did nothing to hide my curves. I smiled for a

Luciano's POV I walked to my room after a stressful day and felt that something was out of place. Someone was in and I could feel it so I began to search and then I found her hiding by my drawers. I didn't bother asking her why she was hiding rather I went ahead to ask her what she took. She made no delay in giving me the earrings that I took from her some weeks ago. "Do you like it?" I asked her as I observed the earrings that I Dee had given to her. It was a gift from him but since she began to misbehave, I was forced to take it away from her; Well, maybe because I just hate him. I wondered why she came to my room to search for it. She didn't respond immediately as her face showed that she was contemplating on replying to my question. She looked so scared and pitiful like she had gone through a lot. But somehow I didn't want to take things easy on her because she caused everything. If she had been faithful to me and didn't give out wha