Bad Luck Looks Good on You — Episode 7

fiora shrieked clutching her cheek fiora dara charged over wrapped one hand around my throat and slammed me against the wall dara charged over wrapped one hand around my throat they were right about you you really are vicious jealous of your

own sister just because she has luck and you don't Fiorella sagged weakly against my father. While he held her protectively, I caught the tiny smile at the corner of her mouth. I wanted to laugh too, because none of them knew yet that the slap would be the lightest punishment any of them received from

You're f***ing insane. Dario released me and turned to inspect Fiorella's cheek. You okay? Victoria, have you lost your mind? You actually hit her?

My father looked past Dario to two Romano men standing nearby. We've been far too lenient with her. Dario gave me a cold glance. Take her downstairs. Teach her some manners.

The two men immediately stepped forward and dragged me to the underground training room at the back of the estate. A bucket of freezing water snapped me awake. A fist slammed into my stomach. I folded over in agony.

My father's voice came through the surveillance speaker. Use my belt. Keep going until she admits she was wrong. My mother added, Talking back to her elders? Slapping her sister? Maybe this will finally teach her some respect.

back. They followed my father's order until blood ran from the corner of my mouth, then the chandelier overhead suddenly began to sway. With a violent crash,

it tore loose and slammed onto one of the men's back. He cried out in pain.