Revenge Is Sweet, Love Is Sweeter

special kind of torture. Emit' s low,

ke that. When I was a little girl with a scraped

ke a differe

few weeks that he' d started seeking me out in the middle of the night, a bri

that hope

room. I dug my nails into the palm of my h

That the warmth of our childhood was the reality,

it w

me out of my room and to his door. I st

ided. Emit was on the phone, his brow furrow

d over me. He was leaving. He h

d his d

ef died

pair of silk panties and one of Emit's white button-down shirts. The shirt was unb

ture. "Emit, honey," she called out in a sultry voice,

inside m

and yanking her head back. I slapped her, once,

" I snarled, my voice raw with

w, Doris. That makes him my elder. You, on the other hand, are

t me like a

oke up disgusted, convinced I had orchestrated the whole thing. The truth never came out. A maid was paid o

't marry him as a Navarro. It was too shameful. So they made me the adopted daughter, and Gigi,

opy of Everleigh' s. My whole body tremb

"Why would you make y

, cruel curve. "To take

, really. If you hadn't pushed me into that fire and ruined my face, I n

creamed, the old accusat

you. Your mother hates you. Your brother hates you. They all

. "You should just die

ut that shirt and panties. The maids in the hallway lowered the

ain. I grabbed the handful of her hair I had pull

ing into a tight ball. My eyes landed on the bo

for them. It w

e room. He saw the bottle in

ouldn't dare," he growled, ripping the bottle from m

ottle of birth control pills. I ha

ing with sarcasm, "I won't touch you