By Fate I Conquer (Sins of the Fathers #4) Read Online Cora Reilly

Categories Genre: Angst, Dark, Forbidden, Mafia, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Sins of the Fathers Series by Cora Reilly
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Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 136915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 685(@200wpm)___ 548(@250wpm)___ 456(@300wpm)
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I grimaced when I saw a photo of me sitting in front of a naked girl, my face buried in her pussy. Of course, her tits and pussy had been blurred for it to be published, but it was still very obvious what I was doing.

I was glad that I didn’t live at home anymore and didn’t have to see Mom’s face when she saw this. When I’d messaged her this morning, she hadn’t mentioned anything.

Dad sank down across from me. I dragged my eyes up to look into his pissed face. “Men in our world are given plenty of leeway, you as a Vitiello even more, but this is too much. Your wedding to Cressida is only a few weeks away and even if you don’t respect her, you’ll at least have to pretend in public.”

“Maybe she’ll get tired of me being an asshole and cancels the wedding.”

“That’s not going to happen. She wants you for your power, not your pleasant personality.” Dad shook his head. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“How bad would it be if we canceled the wedding now?”

Dad’s expression gave a very unmistakable answer.

“Amo, you took Cressida’s virginity in revenge. Do you even realize what kind of backlash we’d face if you don’t marry her, not to mention that it would be absolutely dishonorable to drop her like a hot potato only weeks before the wedding, when everything is already booked and planned.”

I nodded, because I knew it was true. Our men forgave many things but fucking their daughters without marrying them wasn’t one of them. Still, the idea of marrying Cressida when every fiber of my body longed for Greta seemed like the worst torture. Dad and I had discussed this before but I’d never felt this deep certainty that I’d hate every moment of being with Cressida, that it would be the worst torture I could imagine, because it meant I wouldn’t be able to be with Greta.

“You despise Cressida, don’t pretend otherwise,” I gritted out.

Dad chuckled. “I won’t. She’s a gold digger. You weren’t careful and she used your weakness against you.”

She had. And she would keep looking for other openings to get me to do what she wanted. Marriage with her would always be a power play, always mean I’d have to watch my back and live with a shield around myself in my own home.

Dad sighed. “Keep this apartment, live here most of the time. While Antonaci can expect you to marry her, he doesn’t care if you share a roof with her all the time as long as she’s protected and you get her pregnant at some point. You can keep living your life. Nobody expects you to be faithful.”

“You’re faithful to Mom.”

“You can’t compare your mother to Cressida, and I want to be faithful.”

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

I couldn’t fall asleep. Restlessness had settled in my bones like a deep ache. For two weeks, I’d hardly slept more than two hours at a time. All my thoughts revolved around Amo. He’d marry in four weeks. I’d never paid attention to the arranged marriages in our world. Social events were something I avoided if possible but the countdown to Amo’s wedding day rang loudly in my head.

I slid out of bed and grabbed my favorite leotard, the material threadbare thin from wearing it so often. A small sigh fell from my lips, my body welcoming the familiar piece of clothing like an old friend. I had many leotards in my wardrobe, one for almost every day of the year, gifts from my family, or people who wanted to get into Dad’s good graces.

I rarely wore any of them, always circling back to my two favorite pieces.

Bear regarded me through bleary eyes from where he’d curled up at the foot of my bed. When I opened the door, he hopped off the bed, but Momo stayed curled up, which was probably for the best considering his tendency to run away. Once Bear was out in the hallway with me, I closed the door.

The mansion was quiet at this time in the night. I didn’t bother turning on the lights. My senses were tuned into every corner of my home. Even with my eyes closed I would have found my way downstairs. On the top of the stairs, I touched a small bump in the rail like I always did, rubbing my thumb over it in slow circles before I descended the staircase. My parents, siblings and I lived in the east wing of the mansion, while my uncles and their families occupied the other parts of the house. Only Adamo, his wife and their son lived in their own place.

I stepped out into the vast backyard, my gaze sliding toward the small house which was nestled to the right of the building and that harbored my ballet studio. Dad had built it for me shortly after I’d started dancing as a small child.


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