He left a mark I never asked for. Now he wants to finish the piece. Amina Westbrook didn't choose motherhood. But when her younger sister dropped a baby and disappeared, Amina stepped up, raised that little girl as her own, and never looked back. Seven years later, the past comes tatted, cocky, and fine as hell-standing in the grocery store with the same hypnotic eyes her daughter sees in the mirror. Santiago Vega. Zuri's father. The man who left before he ever knew she existed. Now he wants in. He wants time. Forgiveness. A chance to be a father. And every time he shows up with that deep voice and soft smirk, Amina hates how badly she wants to let him. Santiago isn't just showing up for Zuri-he's showing up for her. Fixing things she didn't ask him to fix. Dropping money in her hand like it's his right. Touching her like he already knows how she breaks. Amina's been holding everything together for so long, she doesn't know how to let go. Doesn't know how to want someone who actually stays. But Santiago stays. Through the attitude. The boundaries. The sparks that keep catching fire. And when he finally gets his hands on her? There's nothing soft about it. Now she's spiraling in his sheets, clashing with him in front of her family, and falling harder than she ever meant to. Because Santiago doesn't just want to play daddy. He wants the whole damn family. And this time, he's not leaving until he has them. Ink Don't Lie is a gritty, emotionally charged, standalone romance about second chances, found family, and the kind of love that refuses to walk away.

𝒏𝒐·𝒕𝒐·𝒓𝒊·𝒆·𝒕𝒚 /ˌ𝒏ō𝒅əˈ𝒓īə𝒅ē/ 𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒅 Revamped 20/01/23- 08-07-23 UNEDITED ⚠️⚠️

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐙 𝑨𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒚𝒂𝒉 𝑺𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒆́ 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝑫𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔-𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅, 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏. 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝑹𝒖𝒃𝒊𝒄𝒐𝒏-𝒂 𝒃𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒍, 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒍, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔.

❝ SHE WANT A RICCH NIGGA, SO SHE CHOSE US. ❞

There's always a hand in the darkness, don't grab it.

"Put a 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 opp b*tch in the morgue, call that b*tch drop dead 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬." - KV

First time we fucked, we ain't really plan it.. But now I'll be making love to you through him...

Love is the one memory that one could never, ever, forget; because even if one has lost its mind, the feeling of love will always remains in the heart; curing every emotion to ever be felt. The antidote to it all.

"You can't see the future. I might have a chance. You don't know for sure." He mumbled, making her expression soften. "M-my mom used to tell me t-that birds still sing even after a storm. Why shouldn't people feel as free t-to delight in whatever sunlight remains to them?" Samir stopped talking for a moment to regather himself so that he didn't stutter, but Nina froze completely. "You don't have to settle with him Nina. It's been five years an-and you're not a-as happy as you should be. You smile differently with me.. and you cry a lot with him. I just think that you deserve to enjoy your time with someone other than h-him for a minute because there's still sunlight out there for you too, even if you can't see it yet." How did he become her source of 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 so 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲? A short story.

He scorned her not to consort with the likes of that heathen, but she didn't listen... Her heart beats fast when she's around her. Even when she so badly wants otherwise, she can't shake her indelible presence from her memory... Was she really drowned deep in the warmth of love? Or was she blinded obliviously by the glory of the devil asking for her hand in the last dance.