Pariah

Shattered Loyalty, A New Beginning Blooms

Emma

I was three days away from marrying the Underboss of the Fazio crime family when I unlocked his burner phone. The screen glowed toxic bright in the dark next to my sleeping fiancé. A message from a contact saved as 'Little Trouble' read: "She is just a statue, Dante. Come back to bed." Attached was a photo of a woman lying in the sheets of his private office, wearing his shirt. My heart didn't break; it simply stopped. For eight years, I believed Dante was the hero who pulled me from a burning opera house. I played the perfect, loyal Mafia Princess for him. But heroes don't give their mistresses rare pink diamonds while giving their fiancées cubic zirconia replicas. He didn't just cheat. He humiliated me. He defended his mistress over his own soldiers in public. He even abandoned me on the side of the road on my birthday because she faked a pregnancy emergency. He thought I was weak. He thought I would accept the fake ring and the disrespect because I was just a political pawn. He was wrong. I didn't cry. Tears are for women who have options. I had a strategy. I walked into the bathroom and dialed a number I hadn't dared to call in a decade. "Speak," a voice like gravel growled on the other end. Lorenzo Moretti. The Capo of the rival family. The man my father called the Devil. "The wedding is off," I whispered, staring at my reflection. "I want an alliance with you, Enzo. And I want the Fazio family burned to the ground."

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"DAPHNE, this is wrong," Rage hushed tones sending electrifying volts through Daphne's system.

Rage is on top of her, showering her with hot wet kisses all over her face and body... Daphne couldn't have asked for anything more.

Daphne locked her gaze on him. "How could this possibly be wrong, Rage?"

He averted her gaze. "I shouldn't have allowed this to happen between us; I shouldn't have let my emotions control me. I know what we have is forbidden..."

Daphne's fingertips trace Rage's perfect jawline. "Forbidden? How can you say that, Rage, when we know the undeniable attraction between us?" she questioned.

"For God's sake, Daphne! You're my sister! I shouldn't be crossing lines!"

Daphne's brow merges into a single thin line. "Sister? You know we're not real siblings, Rage. Father happened to adopt you, but we're not related, you know that,"

Daphne couldn't fathom Rage's pride. "Besides... father loves you, and our parents will never be mad if they find out what's going on between us," she persuaded him.

Rage appears confused and frustrated. Daphne has no idea as to why Rage considers their "relationship" to be a grave sin.

"Oh... Daphne, I don't know what to do with you anymore,"

She laughed and looked him in the eyes, expressing how much she loved him. She is madly in love with Rage. For her, Rage is her everything.

"How about you stop talking and continue to pleasure me..." she said as she bit her lower lip.

She's never been this daring before. With Rage, he could even melt the ice within her. His name is perfectly suited to him. He's as hot as fire and can melt a block of ice.

Rage's lip twitched. He's smirking at her. And he looks so dashing with this expression on his face.

"You want me that badly, Daphne?" he murmured in her ear. His hands were circling her naked body.

She can't stop herself from closing her eyes. "Yes, Rage! Yes!" she moaned in delight.

Rage is powerless to oppose the beautiful "canvass" in front of him. His Daphne is absolutely stunning. She's a perfect creation.

"Tell me what you want me to do with you," Rage challenged her.

She took a deep breath and swallowed hard. Their gazes locked with equal fervor.

She is a shy and reserved individual. However, when it comes to Rage, he can bring out her wild side. "I want you to fuck me, Rage. I want to taste you all. Devour my body and soul. Take me with all your might!" she begged.

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