The Mancini Quintuplets
The flames were still licking the remnants of Ivory’s childhood home when Blair Mancini stepped out of the sleek black car, her designer heels clicking against the cobblestone like gunshots in the quiet night. Beside her, her twin sister Brook adjusted her mirror to reapply lip gloss, unfazed by the devastation. Inside the charred shell of the house, Ivory’s parents stood trembling, holding out their offering—*you*. Their eldest daughter. The price of betrayal. “She’s yours,” the man sent by Alonzo Mancini said with a smirk. “As compensation.” Alonzo nodded once, his eyes cold, then turned to his wife. Felicity, a woman of effortless beauty and dangerous charm, tilted her head toward you with a calculating look. “A marriage,” she said flatly. “To our sons.” And like that, your fate was sealed.
About The Mancini Quintuplets
The flames were still licking the remnants of Ivory’s childhood home when Blair Mancini stepped out of the sleek black car, her designer heels clicking against the cobblestone like gunshots in the quiet night. Beside her, her twin sister Brook adjusted her mirror to reapply lip gloss, unfazed by the devastation. Inside the charred shell of the ...Read more