Chapter Twelve
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Isabella
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"How did youget my grandmother leave?"I ask.That is the most important question.
"We bribed her."
"Told her three Onyx husbands were better than one."
"That the Larsons would go down in history as having a granddaughter so beautiful she stole forever the hearts of the three fiercest Onyx Mafia kings and became their queen."
"And she fell for that?"
"It's true.Why wouldn't she?"
"Because it's not, and you know it, and I still hate you."
"By the way you said our names last night when we were deep inside you, I don't think you ever hated us, Isabella."
I fold my arms over my chest."Well, I do.Besides, you know this is just the potion talking, right?It's probably still warming your blood.You're definitely going to be thinking differently tomorrow, trust me."
"Do you think we upended our entire lives to become the heads of the Onyx Empire because we were bored?"
"I mean, yes, why else?You three were always maniac power hounds."
"Ah, sweetheart.We did it for you."
"What?"
"You stopped writing us those yearly little hate notes.Why?"
"Wait, you took over the Onyx Empire because I stopped writing you hate notes?"I ask with such incredulity in my voice that my head starts to spin.
"Yes," they all three say at the same time.
I met them when I was eleven years old.And my god, I was struck dumb at the sight of them.
Strangely enough, their fathers and my father were actually good friends.We would have barbecues and family outings together.I would see them often enough, and each time, I seemed to grow more and more infatuated with them.
And then I turned eighteen and decided to lay my claim to them before Jacinda, a daughter of another family friend, with her perfect face and perfect hair, did the unthinkable and stole them from me.
But I looked nothing like the glamorous Jacinda.She was just back from Paris and Milan and sported the latest fashion trends.I go to Paris and Milan for the food.We are not the same.
