By Fate I Conquer (Sins of the Fathers, #4)

by Cora Reilly

I didn’t look at him because I knew his hurt expression would have made me rethink my decision.

“He appreciates my logic, but I’m not sure he’s in a state of mind for it at the current time. And then there’s still the matter of Luca. He made it clear he wants war. If he declares war, we won’t ask for peace. We’ll retribute with full brutality.”

“I’m sorry for all of this.”

despite Bear’s body pressing to my back and Momo cuddled to my front. A knock sounded.

The door opened and Dad’s tall form stood illuminated in the light coming in from the hallway.

He turned the light switch. As usual it was dimmed to a low glow, enough to make out his exhausted eyes and tense expression.

Dad watched me, his dark eyes full of concern, but also something else, maybe wariness.

“You lied to me.”

“It’s over now. It never really started.”

Dad’s eyes seemed to sink into mine, willing me to tell him everything. But there was so much I didn’t understand.

“He’s bound to marry in a ...

“Am I better than him? If I know he’s promised and I still kiss him, doesn’t that make me a sinner as well?”

“I don’t give a fuck about sins. What I care about is your wellbeing.”

“Would it have changed things for you if Amo hadn’t been promised?”

“About him wanting you? Not in a million years, mia cara. Maybe he can have whatever he wants in New York, but this is Las Vegas, and he can’t have you. Not now, not ever.”

“You told me you’d do anything for me.”

Dad cupped my face with both hands, his eyes blazing...

“Not ...

Amo had changed everything, my every desire, my perception of what made my life full. But I was a Falcone. I’d go on despite the pain.

“That depends on Luca. We’re ready for war if he wants it.”

With every step Cressida took closer to me, I knew she wasn’t the woman I wanted to marry.

One of many on my body and the first one on my cold heart.

Who would have thought a woman would break my unbreakable heart?

Cressida arrived at my side, smiling as if she’d won the lottery, and I supposed she had. She was ambitious and as my wife sh...

But back then I’d thought love was a loser’s game and I’d be immune to it. That a Falcone would change it was almost comical.

Greta would have always belonged to them.

She had chosen her family and I had chosen mine.

Love wasn’t written in my stars. Our world hardly left room for this kind of weakness...

would never again show...

My heart had been half dead before I’d met Greta.

“I do.” The word tasted false and for the briefest moment I allowed myself to search for Greta in the crowd.

But I didn’t have to search. My gaze was drawn to her as if a magnetic pull connected us, and one look in her kind doe eyes and my heartbeat stilled only to speed up.

What if you met your soulmate at the wrong time?

The words “I do” cut me like an acid-covered blade.

Amo Vitiello. His gaze found mine for the fraction of a second, gray like the sky during a summer storm, before he turned back to the front.

This day would change me. I loved my family, my life. I’d never longed for more, never wanted to leave my comfortable routine or familiar hometown.

Until our paths crossed and Amo sunk his claws into my heart and soul.

I didn’t believe in divine providence or fate. Soulmates?

A sweet dream I’d never dreamed until he crashed through my bubble of contentment.

Now a dream I never wanted became the nightmare I couldn’t shake, and a longing I’d never f...

The little flame of hope inside of me died and my hands became slack.

Like a tsunami the sounds of the crowd around me crashed back down on me.

I’d grown up among cruel men. But fate was so much crueler than any of them. Amo Vitiello was my soulmate… …a...

“You made the right choice today, one that’s going to save many.”

Her dark hair was put up in a loose updo with a few strands framing her lovely, elfin face. She wore a simple long silk dress in a subdued mint which was held up by the thinnest straps I’d ever seen.

She looked like the frailest beauty, like a flower too beautiful and delicate to be touched by human hands.

“Congratulations, Amo.” She turned to Cressida. “Congratulations, Cressida.”

Cressida scanned Greta from head to toe. And just the brief flicker of disapproval in her expression made me want to snarl at her.

“Greta doesn’t need to marry to be a queen. Only by existing, she’s shining brighter than most ever will,” Remo said in a harsh voice.

Cressida dug her nails into my palm, obviously wanting me to say something, but Remo had only voiced what I’d thought.