Chapter 33

Chapter Thirty-Three

Alesso P.O.V

I always thought the word family meant something to the people around me because of how we grew up, but what I didn't remember was that the Pablo never grew up with us, they just forced their way in like a little wedge that would fit perfectly without any problems. As nothing more than an extra piece. How wrong we were.

Nevida, the spoiled brat that always got what she wanted and would throw a tantrum upon a tantrum until she got them. When she approached us at 13, I should have cut all ties with her but for the sake of her dad being my dad's business partner and old friend, I put up with her. Now I regret it and I suffered heavily for it.

"Why?" I asked her. It was barely a whisper but she heard me, I know she did.