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The devil I married

Author: Khey coco
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Elizabeth pov

“Lizzy!”

The sound of my name came sharp, laced with bitterness I knew all too well.

My chest tightened.

My body went still, reacting before my brain could. That voice—it dragged something dark up from inside me. I hadn’t heard it in a while, but it still felt like it had just sneered at me yesterday.

I didn’t even need to look up to know who it was. That tone had haunted me for most of my teenage years.

I turned slowly, my expression blank even though my heart beat like it was trying to climb out of my chest.

Jessica.

Draped in crimson silk like she was the one married to a billionaire, she stood there with that familiar tilt to her chin—the same smug look she wore the day she told me I’d always be second best.

My jaw tightened. I straightened in my seat, unwilling to let her see even an ounce of weakness.

“Well, if it isn’t my not-so-loving half-sister,” I said coolly, letting my eyes drift over her with deliberate indifference.

Jessica’s lips
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