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

by Cora Reilly

“Maybe you are blind to the truth, Angel. But I am not. Maybe you cannot see or won’t see that our son is a monster. I don’t have to turn him into one. He’s messed up and I’m trying to channel his monster before it goes rampant in a way none of us want. For fuck’s sake, look at him.”

“I fear what you’re capable of. I fear for the people who’ll cross your path in an unfortunate moment.” “That’s how nature works, you know?” he murmured. “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?”

Dad pressed a kiss to my temple. “I love you more than life itself, Mia Cara. Never forget that.”

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.

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.

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.”

then

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

If Greta were mine, I’d want to be faithful too.

Watching Greta dance took my fucking breath away every time. How could one girl be so beautiful and graceful?

Greta’s smile brightened. And fuck, seeing 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.

Kissing her had been like a fucking rebirth. She’d been sweet and lovely like I’d known she’d be.

“Wistfulness was definitely what I was going for with our first real date.”

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.

“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.

I took all three steps onto the porch at once and lifted her off the ground before I claimed her lips for a desperate kiss.