In a world of shadows and desire, two sisters find themselves entwined with mafia brothers Marco and Dante. Amelia, a sultry temptress, succumbs to Marco's dark allure, while Aurora, a gentle beauty, becomes Dante's obsession. As their secrets entan...
Ugh, there it is again. That stupid alarm blaring in my ears, like some twisted death tune out to torture me. Why does it always sound so much worse in the morning? I groan, fumbling for the snooze button, and when I finally manage to shut it off, I can't help but sigh. Another day. I shove the duvet away from me, annoyed, kicking it onto the floor like it's the source of all my problems. For a moment, I just sit there, huffing. My body feels like it's made of lead.
When I finally look up, my eyes land on the mirror. Oh, fantastic. My hair looks like a sparrow decided to move in and start a family up there. And my face? Don't even get me started. Dark smudges under my eyes, mascara everywhere from last night's party. I look like I've crawled out of the underworld. Why did I stay out so late? My eyes are bloodshot, my skin is dull, and my whole face screams "exhausted."
I sigh again, wishing for nothing more than to flop back into bed and hide under the covers. But I can't. No, of course not, because work's waiting for me. Always waiting. I drag myself to my feet, the weight of responsibility pulling me forward. Every step toward the bathroom feels like a battle I don't want to fight. Why do I do this to myself? I need coffee, I need sleep, but what I really need is to get through this day.
I start rummaging through my closet, looking for something to wear. My outfits are always on the edgier side—way more daring than what my sister wears. Pastels and modesty? No, thanks. Her wardrobe looks like a unicorn threw up in it, while mine is... well, a bit more bold. My eyes linger on this tiny skirt hanging at the front of my closet. It's barely a skirt, to be honest, but that's what I love about it. Perfectly small, just the right length to show off my legs. I grab it with a grin, knowing exactly what to pair it with.
I pull out a crop top next, one that hugs me in all the right places. Yes, this'll do. The way it shows off my chest is just perfect. I've been working out like crazy lately, especially to lift my breasts, and I can totally see the difference. I slip it on, admiring how it makes everything look perkier. Totally worth it. There's something satisfying about slipping into clothes that make you feel powerful, like you're commanding attention without saying a word. I love it.
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I made my way downstairs, already dreading the inevitable scene waiting for me in the kitchen. As expected, there they all were—my lovely family gathered around the table, like a perfect little picture. Dad was hidden behind his newspaper, probably pretending to read but really just using it as a shield to avoid small talk. And then there was my brother, stuffing his face like he hadn't eaten in days. I rolled my eyes at him as I sat down, wondering if he even tasted his food at that speed.
