Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
"Because you take after me."
"Conscienceless?"
"Intuitive."
A crooked smile touched Massimo's lips as he stepped back from his grandmother. "Since it is not your style to waste time on flattering any of your grandsons—-what you're about to command me to do must be something incredibly important."
Since Potenziana saw no point beating around the bush, she simply met her grandson's gaze and said her piece.
"I have found a bride for you."
A muscle started ticking in Massimo's jaw. He had known this day would come sooner or later, but wasn't this a little too soon?
"Her parents and I expect both of you to be married in a fortnight."
"Am I allowed to know who she is before our wedding?"
"You already know her," La Strega answered with a shrug. "Ynez—-"
Massimo blinked. Seriously?
"She has an older sister, sì? Ysabel—-"
Massimo stared at his grandmother in disbelief. "Are you fucking—-"
"Language, per favore!"
"You can't be serious!"
"I am, very."
"Isn't this is a little too much, even for you, Nonna?"
"Are you saying you will not obey me on this?"
A moment passed...and then Massimo was inclining his head in mocking assent. "Certo che no, Nonna." Of course not. "It will be as you wish, as always."
"If it means anything—-Ynez will get over losing you." But Potenziana could not say the same for Ysabel...if this marriage did not work out.
Massimo politely excused himself soon after, but the older woman stayed in the balcony, needing to be alone with her thoughts.
The two sisters were as different as day and night, and truth be told...
Buon Dio, I have indeed turned into a meddling old woman.
She would never have chosen the older girl for Massimo...if she had not accidentally found out about Ysabel's feelings for him.
Now it is your turn, bambina.
Potenziana could only hope Ysabel would succeed in stealing her grandson's heart...or it was the girl's own heart that Massimo would end up breaking instead.
The End
He wants my sister...but his family wants me as his bride.
THE WHOLE WORLD KNOWS that powerful billionaire mafia boss Massimo Marchetti is dating my perfect younger sister Ynez. But what nobody knows is that I met him first...and we both wanted each other then.
My terrifyingly cruel and irresistibly gorgeous husband clearly hates me.
But I don't care. I'll do everything except give up on us without a fight.
I want Massimo to believe in me despite all of Ynez's lies. I want my husband to realize we're meant to be. I want my mafia boss to choose me over my sister...but he doesn't.
Note: This is a fast-paced, instalove standalone romance. HEA guaranteed.
About the Book
"ANOTHER REASON WHY our marriage might not work is if you keep comparing me to Ynez."
"Are you forbidding me to talk about your sister?"
"How would you feel if I compared you to my ex?"
"You do not have an ex," he pointed out coolly.
How did he know that, too, dammit?
"But I understand your point—-"
Ynez had always made it seem Massimo was unreasonable when they had their fights, and so this unexpected admission caused Ynez's head to jerk up in surprise.
"And I apologize for being insensitive." Ysabel seemed to squirm and color when he mentioned apologizing, and his brows pushed together in a frown. "What is it?"
"Nothing."
Massimo's lips tightened in impatience. "Must I warn you once more about the consequences of lying to me?"
"It's just..." Ysabel could feel her cheeks turning redder as his words forced her to blurt out the truth. "I remembered Ynez stating in an interview that you had the most fantastic way of apologizing."
"Is that so?" Massimo should have expected this, but it was still difficult to keep himself from feeling disillusioned.
"But please don't think I'm implying anything."
And yet you are, Massimo thought coldly. "Have no worries, signorina. Before the end of this day, new credit cards will be issued in your name—-" He saw her eyes widen in surprise, and Massimo's jaw clenched. "What is it? Were you hoping for something else?" Surely she did not expect full access to his bank accounts as well? Did she think he was that big of an idiot?
"Um, nothing."
"Stop lying!"
"I'm not lying! I truly wasn't expecting you to talk about credit cards, okay?"
He stared at her, perplexed and frustrated by the way his instincts were absolutely certain that she was telling him the truth—-but not the whole of it. If she truly did not expect him to apologize with personal greed in mind, then how else did she think he would...
Ah.
Ysabel's cheeks burned even hotter when Massimo's dark gaze suddenly glinted with infernal heat.
There was a time, just that one time, that Massimo had looked at her this very way.
But ever since he and her sister started dating, Ysabel had never allowed herself to think of it again.
Or at least not until...now.
A smirk slowly curved over his lips, and this, too, reminded her of that night. The sight of it was even more infuriating this time, and before Ysabel realized what she was doing—-