Tanya.
Joy.
Greta.
The other girls bore a certain resemblance to her, but none of them had the personality to mesmerize a man like Massimo. And as much as it irked her to admit this, Massimo had told her just enough this afternoon that she knew she wasn't exaggerating things.
Whoever that girl was, she had in fact mesmerized him to the point that the billionaire had obsessively planned this elaborate way of meeting her.
Someone suddenly knocked on her door, and Ynez's lip automatically curled when she saw it was none other than Ysabel, the family's former black sheep, now a no-fun goody-two-shoes who monitored her every move.
"Ynez? Can we talk?"
She crossed her arms over her chest. "Only if you make it quick."
"Last Halloween..."
What the fuck? Why was Ysabel talking about Halloween as well? Was this a coincidence or something...worse?
"I saw you at the Marchettis' annual event. When you weren't supposed to be even in town."
It was her,Ynez realized with shock. Her own fucking sister...was the girl Massimo had met that night.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
The thought had her shoving Ysabel out of her room, and she didn't give a damn when her older sister looked at her in hurt surprise. "I just want to talk—-"
"I'm not in the mood right now," she snapped, "so will you just get out?"
As soon as Ynez slammed the door on Ysabel's face, she threw herself on her bed and screamed into her pillow.Ysabel! Why the fuck did it have to be her sister? Her goddamn sister, who was so much like their dad—-but still ended up stealing everyone and everything Ynez wanted in life?
Rage had her sitting up, and Ynez spent the rest of the night plotting two things: making Massimo hers...and ruining Ysabel's life in every way she could.
Eight
Ysabel felt like shewas floating as her moist folds continued to throb in the aftermath of her release. A secret part of her had always hoped they would be good together, but never had she imagined he could give her an orgasm without even reaching third base.
