Twisted Lies (Twisted, #4)

by Ana Huang

“Touch Stella again, and you’ll no longer have a fiancée.” I slammed the door in his face. Dante was my first client and an old friend. I didn’t provoke him often. But like I said, I didn’t like people touching what was mine.

If anyone touched a goddamn hair on her head…

Hope and denial. Two sides of the same coin. They kept us from falling into a well of despair even in the darkest of times.

“Stella Rosalie Alonso, if you do not apologize to your mother this instant, I will—” “I suggest you don’t finish that sentence.” Christian’s quiet voice sliced through the toxic fumes of my father’s anger like they didn’t exist.

“Tell me…” He curled a hand around the nape of my neck. “Does this feel fake to you?” No. That was the problem. It felt too real, as did the possibility that he could break my heart. “I want to make a few things clear.” Christian’s lips brushed mine with each word. “Touch another man, he dies. Let another man touch you, he dies. Tell me I can’t touch you…” His grip tightened on the back of my neck as his voice dropped. “And I will fucking die.”

“Stella!” This time, my panic was audible.

I think it’s impossible to have a character with the name Stella and not have the famous line hahaha