Todos os capítulos de The Billionaire’s Sister: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 9

I held my face, the skin burning hot between my fingers.“Do you even know who I am?”Her best friend, Lucy Bravin, walked in right behind her, slamming the front door shut with a deafening thud.“Gracie, calm down,” Lucy said, handing her a tissue to wipe her hands. “Hitting her will only get your hands dirty.”Grace Collins scoffed, and the corners of her mouth, painted with bright red lipstick, curved into a smirk. “She’s a shameless homewrecker. Who else could she be?”Lucy took a step forward in her stiletto heels, crossing her arms as she judged me from head to toe.“Oh, so you’re proud to be a side piece? Girls these days really have some thick skin.”My heart dropped. I had been right all along. That text message hadn’t been sent by my brother, Damien Fischer.I clenched my fists tightly and said, “Damien is my older brother. My name is Pia–”“Give me a break.” Grace cut me off, tossing the used tissue right into my face. “Damien doesn’t have a sister like you.”Lucy

Lucy shrieked from right behind me, “I bet those old men bought them for you just to play with you! Does Damien even know you’ve slept with so many guys?”Grace took another doll out from the cabinet and raised her arm, getting ready to smash it against the wall.“Don’t touch it!”I broke free from their grip. However, before I could take more than a few steps, Lucy yanked me back, causing me to lose my balance.With a heavy thud, I crashed to the floor. Desperate, I reached out and clamped my hands onto Grace’s leg.“You crazy woman, let it go–”Grace looked down at me, her lips curling into a sneer. “Then beg me.”Holding onto her leg, my entire body shook as tears blurred my vision.“If you treat me like this, Damien will never let you get away with it!”Grace’s lips twitched into a smile. “What? Are you saying you’re pregnant, you bitch? I am Damien’s official girlfriend. The Fischer family belongs to me in the future, so there’s no way I’m letting you off the hook. But lo

Grace froze as she stared blankly toward the doorway.“Is that Damien?”The two men, too, had stopped what they were doing, and I began to gasp for air, struggling against them.That was just the smart home voicemail system. Damien couldn’t get hold of me, so he had started leaving a voice message! However, he had no idea the situation I was currently in, and I had to find a way to contact him myself!The very next second, a phone ringtone echoed through the room. I knew that ringtone all too well. It was Damien’s ringtone.Grace paused for a moment, looking toward the living room as her gaze darkened. She had actually believed Damien was at my house, unaware that she had been fooled by the automated voice.“So it was just a voicemail. You bitch! If you think one trick is going to make me let you off the hook, you’re dead wrong!”She glared down at me, but I didn’t answer. Instead, I crawled along the floor to escape, my knees scraping against the ground until they were bright r

“Turn it off.”Howard’s voice wasn’t loud, but Lucy’s hand holding the phone trembled anyway.“You think you can just tell me what to do?” Lucy shot back.“Say one more word about her. I dare you,” Howard said, taking a half-step forward before stepping back against the doorframe.Lucy’s lips twitched, but she didn’t say another word.Grace glared at her. “What are you afraid of? What can he possibly do to us? We’re the ones in the right here!”Howard glanced down at his watch and then looked back up toward the door. Outside, the hallway was silent, but his posture relaxed visibly as he leaned back against the doorframe.Grace clenched her fists tightly.“If you get out of my way right now, I won’t hold this against you,” she snapped. “But if you insist on standing in our way, don’t blame me for what happens next.”When Howard didn’t budge, Lucy leaned in and whispered something into Grace’s ear. Grace gritted her teeth, then raised her voice even louder. “Let me tell you so

After the family doctor left, Damien had just changed the bandages on my hand when the bedroom door was pushed open. My mother rushed in first, and her eyes were red. She reached out, wanting to touch the bruises on my face, but then hesitated and pulled her hand back.“Does it hurt?” she asked.I shook my head. Tears immediately started streaming down her face, and she turned her head away to wipe them.My father followed behind her without saying a word. He stood at the head of the bed and stared down at me for a long time. He placed the thermos he was carrying onto the nightstand, unscrewed the lid, and warm steam from the chicken soup rose.He stirred it with a spoon and brought it to my lips. I opened my mouth and took a sip, but I hissed from the heat. He quickly pulled the spoon back, blew on it twice, and offered it to me again.Damien stood at the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed, a look of regret written on his face. My parents ignored him, though