Unraveling Mordecai by Marisa Maichel (best biographies to read txt) 📖

applause, and I sat there, stunned. She’d written the poem about me. And I’d acted like a major jerk. Damn, she really did love me.
“I shouldn’t have won,” she sighed. “I’m sure there were others better than mine.”
“Nonsense, dear, you did well,” Mother praised. She seemed stunned as well, yet proud, and Alexander just grunted in agreement.
“You’re not going to throw me out now, are you?” Sarah asked nervously.
“Why would they throw you out?” I asked.
Mother and Alexander avoided looking at me.
“Last time you had a jealous fit at that restaurant, and I told you that I wouldn’t be your girlfriend much longer if you kept it up. Marina told me to start packing, and then we got into a big fight. There were a lot of tears and yelling.”
I glared at Mother, then Alexander.
“Leave me out of this,” he growled.
“Mother, how could you? She’s my mate!”
“But you are my son! She threatened to leave you!”
“Mother, it was my fault. When you look at Sarah, you used to see yourself in her. Now you’re yelling at her and causing her to cry! She can’t trust Alicia, and Beckett’s apartment isn’t suitable for humans. Sarah, if you need to move in with me, just say the word.”
“Thank you, Reese. You’re a good boyfriend.”
“She’s lying,” Alexander quipped. “She’s been ready to dump you for weeks, Reese.”
“Alexander!” Sarah shouted. “I love Reese! I had my doubts, yes, but I’m not ready to let him go now.”
“But you were.”
“Shut up, Alexander,” I warned. He snarled at me, and Sarah went upstairs to cool down.
“Are you trying to break us up?” I asked, leaving my mother and stepfather to go comfort my sweet mate.
“Did you really consider breaking up with me?” I asked as I walked into her room. She was sitting on the bed, knees up to her chin, tears leaking out of her eyes.
“I won’t lie, I did consider it,” she said. “But I don’t want to lose you now.”
“It’s okay, baby,” I said, embracing her. “I haven’t exactly treated you well, either. In fact, sometimes I was downright terrible. I mean, I even broke up with you because I thought it would be better for both of us! And you can see how wrong I was. We belong together, Sarah. I won’t let you go again. No matter what anyone says.” I paused, and then said aloud: “No wonder Beckett hates me.”
“He doesn’t hate you, Reese, I swear on Great Grandmother Cresley’s grave. He doesn’t know how to treat you, because you were there for me when he couldn’t be.”
“He hates me. Sarah, I’m so sorry. This is my fault. I love you, baby.”
She said nothing and laid down on the bed. I laid down around her front and cuddled with her, but she pulled away from me. I gave her a hurt look.

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Meeting Jamie was not going to be fun for me. I planned to stalk them as well.
The limousine that had come to pick up Sarah was black, and Jamie himself was inside. She was wearing her best green v-neck sundress, and I watched nervously as he stepped out of the vehicle. Sarah smiled and blushed, looking down at her feet.
Jamie smiled as he approached her. “I assume you are Sarah?” he asked.
She nodded, giggling girlishly.
Jamie nodded. “I thought so. Only a beautiful American flower such as yourself could have written such beautiful prose.”
“T-thanks,” she stammered. “This is Reese, my boyfriend.”
“Hello, fine sir,” Jamie said to me, grasping my hand and shaking it. “You have a wonderful gem before you. I would not let her go.”
I snarled, but if he noticed, he ignored it, the damn English bastard. There was nothing more than I wanted to do at that moment than rip his throat out, but I resisted for Sarah’s sake. She’d find out what a jerk he was soon enough, I predicted.
The blood in my gut soured as he introduced himself to Beckett next.
“I’m Sarah’s father,” Beckett said, shaking Jamie’s hand. “Beckett Cresley.”
“Good morning, sir,” Jamie said. “I am Jamie Williams. Bestselling author, English gentleman, and lover of beautiful women such as your daughter.”
Sarah grinned so hugely that her face was split in two.
I growled, the monster of jealousy burbling deep inside of me.
“Grab him,” I heard my father’s voice say below human hearing. I felt Toby’s hands on my shoulders next.
“She’s mine,” I snarled. Beckett growled at me to stay silent and stay back. All of this was going on beneath Sarah’s notice.
Jamie offered his arm to her, and she took it. The girl holding the camera snapped pictures of the two of them. I noticed her admiring Sarah’s ass and wondered if she had lady-loving inclinations. Ari had once told me that girls check each other out all the time, but I didn’t know whether or not to believe her.
Jamie allowed Sarah to get into the expensive vehicle first, and then he followed her.
“Reese, calm down,” Father said.
“Mordecai,” Beckett said, “May I speak with Reese, alone?”
We all stopped and stared.
“M-me?” I stuttered.
“Beckett, I know Reese has made some mistakes in the past, but if you’re going to kill him-“
“No, just talk. Come, Reese.”
Toby let me go, and I followed Beckett to a bench in the backyard. Mom and Alexander were renovating the backyard, turning it into a massive garden. There were massive stones and fountain decorations scattered around, and workmen had already begun digging a hole for a massive pond.
I felt sick as my future father-in-law sat beside me.
“Reese,” he began. “The only reason why Sarah is still alive, is because I died for her.”
“I…what?”
“When Sarah was born, I consulted an oracle about her future. I learned that she was going to die on November the first, of her sixteenth year.”
“That was the day that Nales…” I trailed off.
“Yes. I begged the Fates to kill me instead, told them I would do anything. I offered them all the money I had. They took it in exchange for letting me die in Sarah’s place.”
“She died you died from stomach cancer.”
“Yes. And I did. But then Samuel brought me back as a vampire with the aid of the witch goddess Hecate. Hecate has a vengeance against Aphrodite because of her beauty. Hecate is known as the Goddess With Three Faces: the maid, the matron, and the crone, and both the matron and the crone are as ugly as sin. There was also Hephaestus involved, but I won’t get into that. Now that I’m alive again, sort of, Sarah’s life is in danger again.”
“What? I can’t let her die!” I shouted. “She’s pregnant with our baby! She’s going to marry me!”
“No, she’s not,” Beckett said. “Not unless either you or I die in her stead. And I’ve already died once. I don’t know if I’ll be able to die again, and frankly, I don’t want to.”
I slowly inched away from him. He chuckled dryly.
“Relax, I’m not going to kill you. But I will say I don’t approve of this match. You’ve hurt her too badly. You broke up with her and had relations with another.”
“Beckett, I know, and it won’t happen again, I swear!”
“I know it won’t. Besides, if I die again, she won’t forgive me this time. Which means that someone else must die.”
“I’m not going to kill innocents.”
“I’m not talking about innocents. I’m talking about Jamie Williams.”
“The English bastard?! I’m all for that.”
“I don’t trust him, Reese. He wants something with Sarah. He chose her poem too easily, almost like he picked her out specifically. I was there during the taping of his interview. He kept thinking I hope she sees this. I hope she enters.”
I looked up at him. “How do you know what he was thinking?”
“There was a vampire behind the camera who can read strangers’ minds. She told me. And I have no reason to distrust or dismiss her claims.”
Was this my fault? Had I caused this? What if I hadn’t taken care of Sarah that day? Would I be with her?
“Your connection goes deeper than the Fates,” Beckett continued. “Your connection with my daughter goes down into your souls. You are twin flames, soulmates. Nothing can separate you, I see that now. I don’t like you, Reese, and I don’t trust you, but I know you won’t purposely hurt Sarah again.”
“I’ve never hurt her on purpose,” I breathed. “I love and adore her, Beckett. I worship her. I know I hurt her deeply, which I take full responsibility for. It was my fault. I’d rather she live than stay with me, though.”
He looked stunned at my words. “You do love my daughter,” he breathed. “But we can’t save her, Reese. You’ve already kissed her and I’ve already died for her. This baby will kill her unless you can turn her into a vampire.”
“I want to,” I said, “But she doesn’t want to become one, not yet. We have to wait.”
“No, you need to change her now.”
I raised my eyebrow. “Beckett, she knows what’s best for her. We like to think we do, but we don’t. Only she does.”
“Why, Reese?”
“What?”
“Why do you love my daughter?”
“Because she’s kind, funny, intelligent, and selfless.”
“And because she’s beautiful.”
“No. Like I told somebody else not long ago, I’d much rather she weren’t. She’s a goddess and I’m…well, a descendant of Hades. I’m hideous and selfish and horrible and I lie all the time and I’m the worst person in the world according to my parents.”
“Your parents don’t hate you, Reese. Mine do, that’s why they threw me out of their house when I was eighteen. I moved to America after that and fell in love with the daughter of an Italian immigrant and an Israelite immigrant and we conceived a beautiful baby girl named Sarah, after the woman in the Bible. My father was Christian and my mother believed in the Greek gods and goddesses. As for me, I know the truth. God exists, but so does Aphrodite. He may have created the other gods and goddesses, I don’t know. In real life, I was taught that God is very jealous and does not approve of other gods and goddesses or mortals worshipping them. I probably committed blasphemy by talking about it. Anyway, after I learned that Sarah was doomed and I exchanged my life for hers, I told Alicia what I’d done and we decided to have another child, and along came Sabine. We treated the girls the same, but we probably spoiled Sarah a little more, because we knew her time was limited.
“I know it wasn’t fair, and it backfired: Sabine turned into a brat, which made us resent her more. Sarah sort of became the favorite, but I tried to teach her morals, too. She absorbed them and learned morals quicker than Sabine did, which again, was probably our fault. Another thing I learned was that the Fates weren’t wholly responsible for my daughter’s eventual fate: Hecate was. She hated Aphrodite and wanted to curse all her descendants, so she did. All over a god who barely noticed Hecate’s existence.”
“Love is a funny thing,” I muttered.
“Yes, it is. Which made me wonder: was she really in love? Eros, Aphrodite’s son, also known as Cupid, is known as a mischievous man. I beseeched him and asked him some questions. He claimed he had nothing to do with it, but I didn’t believe him. I still don’t know the full story.”
I hugged myself. I looked at the time. An hour had already passed. I needed to go find Sarah and Jamie. But before I could, I got a call