Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

Janice gulped as she stared at Annalise once more. She shook her head, not believing she was in front of her.

Walking towards her, she gripped her hand. A gasp escaped her lips as she felt how warm it was to her touch. She was real.

Even though Janice didn’t need the affirmation as she had pinched herself and felt the pain. She still did it because it was surprising to see her.

Annalise was her twin sister. They both lived with their father until she left.

Annalise being in The De Luca’s household didn’t make her happy.

Instead, Janice was furious. She let out a frustrated sigh and glared.

“What are you doing here? You should be with father!”

Janice’s plan would get foiled. Annalise’s presence would destabilise everything, and her secret would be known in no time.

Annalise shook her head. Janice was in front of her. She had felt her hands. She was real.

She had assumed Janice was dead due to the many stories their father had told her. Also, she had felt the twin bond between them severed, and she hadn’t bothered to look for her.

Even if Annalise had wanted to, their father wouldn’t have let her. He restricted her in all things, and worse was…

Annalise staggered forward. Luckily, Janice rushed towards her and gripped her before she could fall to the ground.

“How the hell are you here? Looking so unkempt and beaten!”

Annalise let a smile appear on her face. She had thought Janice was unfeeling as she hadn’t shown signs that she cared about her being in her presence. But being in her arms, she felt otherwise.

“I missed you,” Annalise murmured and heaved a breath.

Janice glowered. Then she gritted her teeth as she noticed she had grown limp in her hand. She’d have thought she was dead if not for the steady rise and fall of her chest.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Hoisting her, Janice strode to her room and dumped her on the bed, filth and all.

Janice paced around the room and occasionally stared at Annalise whilst thinking of all that she’d done since she was here.

She doubted Annalise knew what she was doing. There was no way she’d have known because their father was a dodgy man.

He never revealed all that he did to anyone. And Janice had only done what he wanted because she was threatened.

She knew no matter what she said and when the truth came out, no one would believe her.

Sandro might use the opportunity to kill her as he had wanted to do that for a long time.

Janice shook her head. She needn’t stay another moment here. She could not. It was far more dangerous, and staying in the household would kill her.

Janice flung the wardrobe open, careful not to wake Annalise, but she doubted Annalise would wake because she was a heavy sleeper.

Picking what she deemed fit, she stuffed it all in a duffel bag. Casting a last glance at Annalise as she lay sprawled on the bed, snoring, Janice slipped out of the room and into the night.

She was returning to her father. That was the only place she could go to, and with the information she had, she believed he’d receive her wholly and not assume she was the useless child he never wanted. She and Annalise were the useless child.

Janice stopped a taxi. It halted, and she leaned forward. “West Haven.” She mumbled, handing him the note she had scribbled beforehand.

“Come on in.” The driver said in a southern drawl.

Janice slumped into the chair as she thought of all that would happen when the morning came and how people in the De Luca household would react to the news of her departure and the arrival of her sister.

All in all, her father would be happy. She had the information she needed, and he would give her the freedom she desired.

Finally, she would be free without fear of living in the world.

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Annalise’s head hurt. But not only that, all her body ached. It was as though she had been run over by a truck.

She attempted to move her hand, but it felt like something heavy was pressing down on them.

She could not move.

“Janice,” She mumbled, rolling over.

But that was a mistake. She had forgotten how tiny the bed was!

Annalise groaned as she landed on the floor. She opened her eyes and rubbed at her sore backside.

Her eyes moved around the rooms slowly, taking in everything, and she noticed Janice wasn’t near her. Perhaps, she had gone to get some things, she mused.

But Annalise doubted it. Her twin sense couldn’t feel her anywhere around. It was as if she had run away again.

Annalise furrowed her brows. And she stood to her feet.

“This isn’t funny, Janice.” She mumbled, opening the door slightly to peep. But she was met with an empty hallway.

She shut the door and opened the room again. She noticed a paper stuck to the nightstand.

Grasping it, she skimped through the content and scrunched it up.

“What the hell?!” Annalise’s eyes narrowed. “You better not be serious about it.”

How the hell did she leave after she had just arrived? She had searched for her for so long, only for her to leave her again!

After searching the room for more information about Janice’s whereabouts, Annalise waited a long time and didn’t see her; she plopped on the bed.

Annalise was sure she was meant to be a sorrow to everyone. That was the reason their father loathed her and wanted her to be like Janice. Their mother had died whilst giving birth to them, so she had technically left as well.

Everyone in her life had left and made her feel worthless.

The only person she believed she could relate with, even after seeing each other for a while, had left too.

She knew she was plagued. She knew she was tainted.

Annalise covered her face with her hands and sobbed.

It wasn’t just for Janice’s disappearance; it was for everyone that disappeared in her life.