Page 194 of Sinful Pleasure

Angelo was the perfect son, everything our father ever wanted. He washis favorite— never questioned, never raised his voice, always did whatever our father asked.

That’s why he got to live a public life, representing the family, while I stayed in the shadows doing their dirty work. And if our sick father had ordered it, Angelo would’ve been more than willing to betray me.

My sister is like me— she was torn from innocence at a young age, shaped into a merciless killer, a cold-blooded weapon.

We’re not close—hell, we’re not even a normal brother and sister. But I owe her a debt. She saved my life.

My real mother? I don’t know her—she’s dead. My father and his people made sure of that the moment Lydia was born. He never speaks of her, but the rumors were ugly enough to make me dig deeper. I found the truth, and it’s darker than I ever imagined.

The moment she threatened to leave him, to expose how he made his fortune, he murdered her to cover his tracks.

And Angelo had the nerve to sit in front of me, talking about family? Family is the last word that describes us.

“You can make this easier on yourself,” I said, my eyes locked on Angelo. “You answer my questions, and I’ll be generous enough to let you live.”

He remained silent, the tension thick in the air. I took that silence as my cue.

Yes, I did my research after Allyn blurted out that absurd statement the night I broke into her room. I knew there was something off about it, something in her eyes telling me she wasn’t lying.

For the past three days, while she was unconscious, I’ve been digging deeper. I didn’t have to torture many people to get the information I needed.

Two dead bodies later, I had my confirmation: my father was behind everything, burning the mansion to the ground to cover his tracks. But that wasn’t the real shock.

The plot twist that slapped me in the face was that Angelo knew about it all along, making me feel like the biggestfucking idiot in the world.

And that shit changed the course of the game.

I remember the look on his face when I told him, the confusion in his eyes. Almost makes me laugh now, knowing how perfectly he played me.

Like father, like son, I suppose.I might’ve let it slide, but then he had the nerve to step onto my territory and give me orders.

The cherry on top? Bringing Allyn into this. He did this to himself.

“Lara.”I heard Allyn’s voice, soft and angelic, calling my name from behind me.

When I turned to look, she was a perfect mix of anger and fear, her gaze fixed on Angelo, waiting for an answer.

“You knew about this?”

Angelo paused, his mouth hanging open like he couldn’t find the words.

“Oh, come on, brother, don’t be shy now,” I taunted, shaking my head as I watched him squirm. He always avoids my eyes when he’s guilty.

“You usually can’t keep your mouth shut, but suddenly you’re silent when I ask you a simple question?”

It’s almost funny— watching the guilt tear him apart while he lies there, tied on the ground.

“You knew.”

Allyn’s voice was no longer a question. It was a statement. Her jaw tightened, her gaze darkened, and I couldn’t help but smile proudly.

The fire in her, even when she’s physically weak, she’s still the strongest woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.

“Family comes first, right, brother?” I sneered, repeating his words with mockery. “I bet you knew about Allyn’s identity as well, and you were just making a fool of us the whole fucking time.”

Somehow, I’d never found the strength to dig deeper into this—I didn’t want to. Beating his ass wouldn’t be enough for this kind of disloyalty.

“Maddox…”

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