A Kiss Stolen by Georgia Le Carre

Liliana:
I always wished I’d never told my father about the kiss.The kiss the son of the man who came to do odd jobs around the house gave me. But I was only eleven years old then. I didn’t understand the ways of the world. How fathers think. My father ran out of the house and fired the boy’s father. His father struck him right in front of me.I never saw him again, but I never forgot his eyes, the fierce, unrepentant expression in them.Sometimes I still think of him and I wonder what became of that boy. If I will ever see him again. Then I wonder what his reaction to me will be. Would he even remember my face? Probably not. He must have forgotten me by now.But if he did I’d just like to say how very sorry I was for making a child’s innocent kiss such a big deal.It was just a kiss stolen by a boy.

Brand:
I hated her father. He destroyed my family.But I wanted his daughter. Like a thirst I could never quench. For years I dreamed and obsessed about her.Lust mixed with hate is a bad thing. Like a disease in your blood it ruins your life. When I slept with other women the craving for her flesh only got worse. I was haunted by her.Sometimes, when I could no longer bear it, I followed her from afar. She was, always heavily protected by her father’s security guards.I watched her grow into a beauty I could never have her. But I had to have her. By any means.When she turned eighteen she moved out of her father’s nest. It was a gift from fate.I cast my net…and my proud princess flew into it.