บททั้งหมดของ Claimed by My Sister's Fiancé : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

"...I graduated from Harvard with a degree in civil engineering and did my masters in business administration. I run my own company but I'm also taking over my father's. He's getting older and wants me at the helm. What about you?"What if he walked in here and ruined everything?It's a private restaurant. The kind of place where stuff like that doesn't happen. He can't do what he did at the café here."Rhea."Or can he?"Rhea."My heart picked up pace. What if he—A cool hand tapped mine on the table and I jolted back into the room."Hey." Harrison's face came into focus, concern sitting quietly behind his glasses. "Are you okay?"I smiled. "Yeah. Sorry. I'm fine.""You were somewhere else entirely.""I'm here," I said, picking up my wine glass and bringing it to my lips. "What were you saying?"Harrison leaned back into his seat, watching me. "I just told you everything about myself. Like you asked.""Right." I set the glass down. "I heard.""What did I say?"What did he say?"You h

“Whiskey tastes even better when you've got all the cards, doesn't it?” I asked Harrison, a satisfied smirk touching my lips.“This can't be real...” Harrison said, shaking his head in denial.“Okay.”“It's fake. None of it is true. It's not possible.”“Okay,” I replied, pouring what was left of the bottle into my glass. “Why don't you run off to the press then? You can tell them whatever it is you intend to say, and I can do the same. Except...” I made sure to hold his gaze. “Mine's not the press.”Harrison's eyes burned with rage, and I noticed the veins standing out on his forehead and neck.I should've been satisfied. But I wasn't. Watching him kiss her and put his hands on her, or even look at her made me want to kill him.I wanted to smash this glass against the wall and bury every sharp shard so deep into his chest that I'd feel his heart before he stopped breathing.Another sip of whiskey drowned the urge a little.“What did you send him?” Rhea asked, looking at me with those

If someone had asked me yesterday what my best summer was, I would have said summer 2019 without even thinking twice, but if they asked me this morning, I think I would’ve said this one instead. I kept my eyes closed even though I'd been awake for five minutes. The sheets were pulled up to my neck and I was certain he'd done that. The scenes from last night came back in waves. I couldn't believe I'd done all of that. Didn't know I even could. There had been this surge, overwhelming and sudden, like being at the top of something and finally letting go. It felt like living out every imagined version of it firsthand, with the exact person who had haunted every single one. Darnell was always in control of my body. Last night he let me control his. Let me do the things he did to me. Make him feel the way he made me feel. I had never experienced anything like it. And I hate to admit it, but I’d take his twisted definition of romantic. On his terms. I loved the flowers. I love his obsessi

My legs moved evenly, carrying me deeper into the pool. Water filled my eyes and ears. I swept it aside with my hands until my feet touched the bottom.I steadied myself and kept my eyes shut, holding myself there until my lungs burned and I couldn't suppress it anymore. Then I pushed off and swam back up, legs moving faster until the air hit my nose.I grabbed the edge of the pool and blinked the water from my eyes."Here," Vanessa said, holding out my towel.I climbed out and took it without looking at her. "Thank you.""Two minutes and thirty one seconds. Not bad," she said proudly, showing me the stopwatch as I dried my face."It is bad," I replied, tying the towel around my waist. "I used to be better."Vanessa gave me a look. "You gave up on swimming after high school."I folded my arms across my chest. "I was forced to.""I know," she said with a sigh. "You should be doing what you want. Not what Dad forces you into."I bit my lower lip and shrugged. "We can't do anything about

I heard her move, the cupboard creaked open, hangers shifting, then it closed again."How old are you?""Twenty three.""You can tell me the truth."She hesitated. I opened my eyes. She'd pulled on an oversized shirt and was standing near the cupboard, looking at the floor. "I'm eighteen."I hated that I was right. She was rubbing her arm, eyes down."Have a seat," I said, patting the bed beside me. She moved slowly and climbed on, perching at the edge. "You can sit properly. I'm not going to hurt you."She shifted closer, crossing her legs and facing me."What's your real name?""Rose," she said.I turned my head toward her and she looked away. "Camila. My name is Camila."I looked back at the ceiling. "Where are your parents?""They're dead," she said, her voice dropping to almost nothing. "Gas leak. Two years ago."I closed my eyes for a moment. "Family?""Just me and my brother Marcos.""How old is he?""Ten."An eighteen year old girl being sold to men twice her age to keep a ten