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MADE FOR YOU
NATASHA MADISON
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CONTENTS
Stone Family Tree
A Note from Natasha Madison
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Epilogue One
Epilogue Two
A Note from Natasha Madison
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SOMETHING SO SERIES
Something So Right
Parker & Cooper Stone
Matthew Grant (Something So Perfect)
Allison Grant (Something So Irresistible)
Zara Stone (This Is Crazy)
Zoe Stone (This Is Wild)
Justin Stone (This Is Forever)
Something So Perfect
Matthew Grant & Karrie Cooley
Cooper Grant (Only One Regret)
Frances Grant (Only One Love)
Vivienne Grant (Made For You)
Chase Grant (Made For Me)
Something So Irresistible
Allison Grant & Max Horton
Michael Horton (Only One Mistake)
Alexandria Horton (Only One Forever)
Something So Unscripted
Denise Horton & Zack Morrow
Jack Morrow
Joshua Morrow
Elizabeth Morrow
THIS IS SERIES
This Is Crazy
Zara Stone & Evan Richards
Zoey Richards
Stone Richards
This Is Wild
Zoe Stone & Viktor Petrov
Matthew Petrov (Mine To Take)
Zara Petrov
Lexi Petrov
This Is Love
Vivienne Paradis & Mark Dimitris
Karrie Dimitris
Stefano Dimitris
Angelica Dimitris
This Is Forever
Caroline Woods & Justin Stone
Dylan Stone (Formally Woods) (Only One Forever)
Christopher Stone
Gabriella Stone (Made For Romeo)
Abigail Stone (Made For Us)
ONLY ONE SERIES
Only One Kiss
Candace Richards & Ralph Weber
Ariella Weber
Brookes Weber
Only One Chance
Layla Paterson & Miller Adams
Clarke Adams
Only One Night
Evelyn & Manning Stevenson
Jaxon Stevenson
Victoria Stevenson
Only One Touch
Becca & Nico Harrison
Phoenix Harrison
Dallas Harrison
Only One Regret
Erika & Cooper Grant
Emma Grant
Mia Grant
Parker Grant
Matthew Grant
Leo Grant
Felicia Grant
Only One Mistake
Jillian & Michael Horton
Jamieson Horton
Bianca
Bailey
Only One Love
Frances Grant & Brad Wilson
Stella Wilson
Only One Forever
Dylan Stone & Alex Horton
Maddox Stone
Maya Stone
Maverick Stone
James Stone
Made For Me
Julia & Chase Grant
Made For You
Vivienne Grant & Xavier Montgomery
Made For Us
Abigail Stone & Tristan Weise
Penelope
Payton
Made For Romeo
Romeo Beckett & Gabriella Stone
Mine to Take
Matthew Petrov & Sofia Barnes
Mine To Promise
Stefano Dimitris & Addison
A NOTE FROM NATASHA MADISON
If you or someone you know are having thoughts of suicide, please know there is help out there.
Please reach out to the National Suicide Prevention Hotline at 1 (800) 273-TALK or visit here:
https://988lifeline.org/talk-to-someone-now/
You are not alone and know it does get better!
CHAPTER 1
VIVIENNE
I hear the front door open and slam closed, I hear footsteps, and then I smile. “In five,” I say to myself, holding up five fingers. “Four.” I close down one finger. “Three, two, one.” I point at the bedroom door as it swings open.
“What is taking you so freaking long?” my sister, Franny, huffs, coming into the room. “We said five minutes.” She stands there in blue jeans, ripped at the knee, and a white cotton T-shirt tucked into the front. Her blond hair is braided at the side, and her blue eyes are staring at me. We are opposites in every single way. Where she has blond hair, I have auburn hair, just like our grandmother. Where she has blue eyes, I have green eyes, they change with how I feel, and our height is the only thing we have in common. She also has bigger boobs than I do, but that is what the miracle bra is made for.
“How was I supposed to know you really meant it this time?” I ask her as I zip closed my luggage. “How many times did you say five minutes, and then I’m sitting in the car waiting for you guys to be done?” I close my hand in a fist and smack it with my other hand to mimic sex. I walk over to the side table to grab my laptop, putting it in my Louis Vuitton big bag.
“Valid point”—she laughs—“but we are in the car, and Dad already called twice. We are officially late.”
I shake my head, walking around the guest room, making sure I didn’t forget anything. “Why is he like this?” I ask, grabbing my luggage and Louis. “It’s not like there aren’t people at the house already. It’s Sunday.” Sunday lunch is notorious in our family. It started once and just kept going. It’s a day when we all gather at someone’s house and eat ridiculous amounts of food. “I bet you, right now, at least forty people are in his house, and he’s still pacing around like no one is there.”
We walk down the stairs toward the front door. “You know, unless the four of us are there, he feels like he’s missing a piece of himself.” She mimics the words he says all the time. I can’t help but chuckle at the irony of it. He’s big bad Matthew Grant, but his life is all about his family.
The hatch of the Range Rover swings open, and Wilson, Franny’s husband, gets out of the SUV. He’s wearing shorts and a T-shirt with a baseball cap backward. “What took you so long?” he asks, reaching for the bag in my hand.
“I thought you guys were banging,” I answer him honestly, and he laughs. “You know, since you don’t have the baby, you got to get a couple of rounds in before she comes back and cockblocks you.”
“As if my daughter would cockblock me,” he jokes as he puts my luggage in the back and presses the button for the hatch to close.
“It’s all fun and games until you walk in on your parents grinding uglies.” I close my eyes when I think back to walking in on my parents not so long ago. “I swear I’m suffering from PTSD.” I walk over to the back door of the SUV and open it, getting in.
The drive takes us less than three minutes, and I see the street lined with cars. “Why was he calling when he has a household full of people?” Wilson mumbles as he gets out of the car.
I laugh, getting out and walking up the driveway to the front door. My parents split their time between New York, where my father was the GM for the New York Stingers but i s now the team owner, and Dallas, where my brother, Cooper, plays on the team. My other brother, Chase, is their team doctor.
The minute I open the door, I can hear the chaos from the kitchen spreading out into the foyer. The number of baby bags at the door is on another level. “There is your mom,” I hear my mother say as she walks into the room holding Stella, Franny’s one-year-old daughter.
“Hi, baby girl,” Franny coos, holding out her hands for her daughter, who just stares at her like she did her wrong.
I roll my lips. “Someone is holding a grudge,” I state, walking over to my mother and kissing her cheek. “Did your mom desert you, Stella Bella?” I ask her, and she just looks at me. “Trust me, this is so much better than walking in on her trying to ride your father.”
“Would you stop that?” my mother shrieks. “We were dressed.”
“Not even close.” I shake my head. “Not one stitch of clothing was around either of you.”
“Look at my princess.” Wilson smiles at Stella, and she side-eyes him, too.
“Tough crowd. I would ask you to come to me, Stella, but let’s be honest,” I tell my niece. “You don’t really want me either.” I lean in to kiss her cheek, and she whines and tries to push me away. “I’m going to go see my other favorite niece.”
“Don’t threaten her like that,” Franny scolds, pushing me away. “Come and see Mommy.” She holds her hands out.
“Ask her to wash her hands first,” I throw over my shoulder. “Chances are she had your dad’s pickle in her hand.”
“There you are,” my father says, coming out of the kitchen. “I’ve been waiting for you.” I just laugh at him.
“Dad, there are about a hundred people here.” I look around, seeing kids running everywhere.
“Yes, but I missed my baby.” He grabs me and brings me in for a hug. “It pains me that you don’t use your bedroom here.”
“It pained me to see you naked,” I counter back, and he laughs.
“Are we still leaving after dinner?” I ask, and he nods his head.
“Plane leaves at seven,” he says. “Should get in about eleven local time.”
“Sounds good. I have something to do tomorrow,” I tell him and walk away before he asks me what. I step into the kitchen, stopping to kiss a couple of the kids and say hello to my sister-in-law, Erika. “Where is my favorite niece?” I look around. “Who just turned four.”
“Good save.” She laughs. “She was in the backyard discussing why we should get a dog with your brother.”
“Aw,” I say, putting my hand to my chest. “You’re getting a dog?”
“Immediately, no.” She shakes her head. “I said they were discussing it.”
“You know he’ll just say yes.” I laugh, grabbing a plate and walking over to get some food.
“He says yes, and I’m leaving him,” she huffs. “We already have a million kids. I don’t have time for a dog.”
“You think he’s going to allow you to leave him?” I throw my head back and laugh. “How far do you think you’ll get before he drags you back?”
“What are you two talking about?” my brother, Cooper, asks, coming beside Erika and pulling her to him. The two of them were best friends who then fell for each other when he got divorced.
“She said she’s leaving you if you tell Felicia that you can get a dog,” I fill him in, and he laughs.
“Never.” He shakes his head. “It’s not that bad. I asked Dylan.”
“Cooper Grant,” Erika warns. “I’m not kidding with this one.”
“I know,” he says. “I sent her to ask my dad.” We both gasp. “Let him say no to her.”
“That’s low, even for you,” I say, turning and walking outside, where round tables are set up everywhere. Most of them are filled with people eating, and I spot an empty place at my brother Chase’s table. “Hello, lovebirds.” I sit down and look over at my brother and his new fiancée, Julia.
“I didn’t think I’d see you today.” Julia smiles. “You hit the wine really hard last night.”
I laugh. “Just following your lead.”
“Next thing you know, you’ll be in love,” Julia teases, and I glare at her.
“Bite your tongue,” I retort, eating my food. Now, it’s not to say that I don’t want to be in love. I know that love exists because it’s all around me, all the time. I look at Chase putting his arm around Julia and kissing her lips. Cooper comes over and sits next to me, followed by Erika, who he pulls onto his lap. Michael, my other cousin, is the next to join us with his wife and Julia’s twin, Jillian. Franny, Wilson, Dylan, and Alex are the last ones to crowd the table.
“When are you coming back?” Jillian asks me, and I shrug.
“I’m not sure,” I say, taking a bottle of water on the table and opening it. “I sort of am making plans for the summer right now.”
“Really?” Franny says. “Like what?”
“Um.” I look around to make sure my father won’t hear this. “You can’t tell Dad yet,” I inform her.
Cooper already shakes his head while Chase looks up at the sky and mumbles, “Dear God.”
“I like where this is going already,” Alex says before she shouts out, “Oh my God, are you going to spend the summer in Europe?” She puts her hands together. “That was my dream.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Dylan says from beside her. “We did that ‘summer in Europe’ shit. You don’t remember all the fucking Instagram pictures we had to take. You only booked hotels you found on Instagram. A whole month of switching hotels because the other one had better views. Do you know how many freaking steps we went up in Italy?”
“You’re welcome.” Alex glares at him. “Besides, who invited you on that trip?” She rolls her eyes at him, and he leans in and kisses her. “Yeah, whatever, I can hate you and kiss you all at the same time.”
“Oh, trust me,” he huffs. “I know.”
“This is what happens when you marry your cousin,” I joke with them, and everyone laughs. They really aren’t cousins in that way. My uncle Justin adopted Dylan, who then became best friends with Alex. Only a couple of years ago, they finally declared what everyone already knew; they loved each other.
“Can we get back to what we aren’t supposed to tell Dad?” Cooper asks, and then my father pops up behind him with my uncle Max.
“Yes, please, let’s keep secrets from your father,” Max says, chuckling at him.
“Just like a Band-Aid.” Franny leans over, and I take a deep breath.
“Well”—I clear my throat—“I was thinking about what to do this summer.” I tap the table with my finger. “And I bought a boat.” I look around the table, seeing everyone just looking at me.
“What do you mean you bought a boat?” my father says, glaring at me.
“I mean that I bought a three-bedroom, two-bathroom floating cottage.” I take a drink of water.
“Hold on a second,” Cooper says, putting up his hand. “What do you mean a boat?”
“I have pictures,” I reply, grabbing my phone out of my pocket and opening it to the photo gallery. Handing it to him, I can’t help the smile that fills my face and the calmness that comes over me.
“This is a yacht!” Erika blurts out. “This is not a boat.”
“Where are you parking this?” Michael asks as he grabs the phone from Cooper.
“It’s going to be parked at the marina,” I inform them.
“You can barely drive a car,” Franny joins in. “You live in New York.”
