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

by Cora Reilly

Greta is different.

“There’s dark and light, there must be. Maybe it’s the same with twins, but it wasn’t split evenly between us. I got all the darkness and you got all the light.”

“I won’t ever run from you, Nevio. I’ll always be at your side, no matter what.” “You swear?” “I swear.”

It was only fitting that I should fall in love with a man who was just as bad, as brutal, as cruel as the men who’d raised me.

She looked like a doll come to life. Heart-shaped lips, porcelain-smooth skin and fairylike features.

I’d never thought I’d enjoy ballet but watching this girl, I couldn’t imagine tearing myself away.

the most beautiful face I’d ever seen,

softening my voice, something I never did for anyone, and I wasn’t sure why the hell I did it for her, but I simply didn’t want her to be scared of me.

because I just know deep down that I don’t have to fear you.”

Her expression became even softer, which made her loveliness shine all the brighter.

she said as if she were talking about a lover, full of devotion and adoration, and I caught myself wishing she’d use that tone when talking about me.

But Greta wasn’t a girl who deserved to be an affair. She was a woman who deserved to be someone’s number one, their one and only queen.

Talking to Greta just felt right.

Her eyes settled on my face. “I never thought about kissing someone. But I think with you I could imagine having my first kiss one day.”

He was beautiful in a way I’d never noticed in a man before.

Reminding myself because being around her it was easy to forget that we weren’t alone in this world.

This girl was out of this world.

I was bound to marry Cressida, and quite possibly falling for Greta Falcone.

sense of loss overcame me, which was strange, because how could I miss something that I had never had?

Watching Greta dance took my fucking breath away every time.

How could one girl be so beautiful and graceful?

the way she’d danced would haunt me until the day I died.

It was otherworldly, passionate and so unbelievably graceful.

it, I would have promised her the world. What was this girl doing to me?

Those soulful dark kind eyes that always gripped me by the heart and didn’t let go.

She was everything I wanted. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I could hardly breathe when she was gone and I could hardly breathe when she was close.

She deserved to be center stage.

suddenly I realized that only Amo could fill the void in me that I’d never known I had.

it was a one in a lifetime love,

“Because I’m Greta Falcone and he’s Amo Vitiello.”

Who would have thought love was so destructive?

What if you met your soulmate at the wrong time?

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

I’d grown up among cruel men. But fate was so much crueler than any of them. Amo Vitiello was my soulmate… …and now married to another woman.

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

“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.

“Why do you make me feel like myself and at the same time like someone new.”

This moment here was what my parents shared. It was what I’d never hoped to have, and now, with Greta, for a fleeting moment, I experienced it.

“I regret every moment I’m not with you.”

“If tonight was my last night, I’d want to spend it with you,”

“I would want to share a bed with you if you were mine. I would miss you, I do miss you, even though you’re not mine.”

But Greta…Greta, she kept my heart with her in Las Vegas.

“I miss you already. No, I can’t bear the idea of not seeing you again. The last year without you has been hard, so much harder than I thought.”

“To be honest, I’d probably kill anyone who dares to touch you.” I was being deadly serious and she needed to understand just how obsessed I was with her.

There wasn’t a single night in the last twelve months that I didn’t dream about you.”

I felt this even more now that I’d spent the night with Greta, my fucking wish for heaven.

“Why does it feel as if we’ve known each other forever?”

You deserve to be worshipped like a queen.”

“You are a queen in my eyes. My shadow queen.”

“Every part of me that matters, my soul, my heart, my love, is yours. It’ll always be yours.”