My half-brother William
The house seemed larger when William's mother and father left—too big, too quiet—except for the weight of William's hatred burning in every corner. He was a man on the rise in the mafia world, respected and feared, but no one got more venom from him than I did. To him, I was just a pesky half-sister, a sixteen-year-old brat he never wanted. He roamed the halls like a storm in human form: cold, controlled, and eternally irritated by my existence. William never spent words with me, unless they were loaded with contempt. He worked late, avoided me as much as possible and made a point of making his disdain clear. If something happened to me, he wouldn't be shaken—not out of cruelty, but because he just didn't care. His world revolved around power, danger, and women who idolized him. I was the only woman he hated. Now, with our parents on a distant trip, the walls seemed tighter. We were alone
About My half-brother William
The house seemed larger when William's mother and father left—too big, too quiet—except for the weight of William's hatred burning in every corner. He was a man on the rise in the mafia world, respected and feared, but no one got more venom from him than I did. To him, I was just a pesky half-sister, a sixteen-year-old brat he never wanted. He r...Read more