Angelica (The Family Book 1)

Angelica (The Family Book 1)

by Angelique Jones

ASIN: B0137C1362

Publisher Angelique Jones

Published in Romance/Contemporary, Literature & Fiction/Contemporary, Romance, Literature & Fiction

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Book Description


Family is many things to many people but in one woman’s world family means Respect, Honor, Loyalty

These words are the meaning to life in her world. When these words are not followed there is only one other word that you must know


Sample Chapter


At the age of ten I was my daddy’s little princess and my mommy’s little angel. I was kept in my tower like any other princess. My mommy was the most beautiful woman in the world. She was so beautiful that many people called her Helen of Troy, and though our coloring was different, everyone said I was just as beautiful. When Mommy chose Daddy, the other men she hadn’t chosen were very angry, though they hid it and waited. My parents were worried that someone would steal me, so I lived in my tower, only allowed to be seen by my family. When I was ten my mommy became pregnant with my brother, and we were sent away to be safe. When I was ten my daddy and my mommy died and I was forced to run and hide.

When I was eleven he found me. When I was twelve he found me. When I was thirteen he found me. When I was fourteen he found me. When I was fifteen he found me. When I was sixteen he found me and told me that I would be his princess. When I was seventeen he found me and told me that I was to remain a virgin. When I was eighteen he found me and told me that I was to be his virgin princess bride. When I was nineteen he found me. As I escaped again he yelled to me that if I ever allowed any to touch me, he would kill them, and the pain I suffered now would be nothing compared to what I would suffer for the rest of my life.

His threats scared me then no more than they had when I was eleven. The hurt he did to me I refused to show. The numbness of my existence let me block it out. The problem was, when I turned twenty I did something I had never done before. I allowed someone to become my friend. I didn’t want to be her friend, but she wouldn’t take no for an answer. She was a happy whirlwind who hugged me as I cringed at the contact, ignoring it and my nastiness, refusing to leave. Maria was what I had once been; maybe it was why I caved and did the unthinkable, allowing someone in.

Chapter 1

“Maria, I swear you’re not going to be happy until every girl hates us,” Angie groaned, looking up, wondering how she had gotten herself into this situation.

Laughing at her bodyguard, Sal, as he growled at a couple of boys who thought to get close to them, she said, “You know, Angie, I wouldn’t have to go to these lengths if you weren’t so beautiful. I need to flirt just to compete.”

“Yeah,” Angie replied dryly as she looked at Maria’s get-up, all the way down to her Louis Vuitton pumps. The girl was beautiful and rich. She competed with no one. Angie knew why she did this. Separately, they were something every girl hated and every guy wanted; together they were lethal. An accident causing lethal sight and she loved it. Maria with her dark hair and blue eyes was the perfect Italian beauty, while everyone, even she, thought Angie was the perfect Irish beauty with her red hair and green eyes.

Running up, Maria grabbed Angie in a big hug. Angie was so used to her easy emotion that she didn’t even flinch anymore at the contact. Though she hated to encourage her, Angie couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped past her lips when a group of boys fell over themselves, landing in a mass on the ground at the sight of them. Moving faster, wanting to get off campus, She pulled Maria along, half listening as she continued to talk. “Oh, come on. Come out with me tonight; it will be fun. You never go out with me. I even figured out a way to get by Sal,” she whispered, glancing back at the massive man following them.

Shaking her head, “I can’t; there are things I have to do,” Angie replied, keeping her voice just as low.

“You don’t know what you’re missing,” Maria said, seeming to finally giving up but Angie knew that it wouldn’t be the end.

“So, I don’t suppose you’re going to tell me where you’re going?” She asked though she didn’t wait for Angie’s response before continuing knowing that like always she wouldn’t answer. “Come on, you’ve got to tell me. I know it’s a guy; you do this all the time: disappear, then come back tired and sore,” giving a little humorous laugh Angie thought if she only knew. “Uh, I can’t believe you won’t give me something to fantasize about. You know I have no social life. This big lout”—gesturing a hand back at Sal—“follows my father’s every order. I don’t think a guy has ever been within ten feet of me without being in fear for his life. I’m going to go to marriage without ever having been kissed!”

Thank God for the parking lot. “It’s not all it’s cracked up to be,” Angie snapped sharply as the dark thought of the only man to ever have kissed her rose in her mind before she could push it away. Realizing she had hurt Maria’s feelings with her tone, she tried to fix it. “Besides, you’re probably going to get kissed tonight, and it will be you telling me how great it was, leading to my epic jealousy of you,” Angie teased, knowing Maria was spending the night at home.

“You’re right. I’ll be kissed by the hottest guy there and you will be so jealous of his supremely juicy lips. It will be a kiss to end all kisses.” Maria laughed, ignoring Angie’s bad humor like she always did.

Reaching her car, Angie opened the door, throwing in her bags and books before she turned to allow Maria to hug her. Leaning in Angie whispered in her ear, “You’re not really going out, right?” she asked needing to be sure Maria was just all talk.

“As if I could get away from my father’s goons.” Maria snorted, landing a big kiss on Angie’s cheek just to be an ass.

Shaking her head as she watched Maria bounce away with Sal, Angie gave him a little wave, laughing when he bowed his head in defeat as Maria started talking to him. That poor guy should ask for a raise. Climbing into her car, she started the engine and sat there for a moment as she let the happiness Maria brought into her life fade away and allowed the darkness that lived inside of her to rush to the front. Already Angie was leaving this place, Maria, the college, and her life there behind. Everything she would need for her trip had already been bought and packed in the trunk. Angie lived two lives, one for her mother and one for her father. Right now she was leaving the one her father would have wished for her and continuing on with the one her mother demanded of her.


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