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Prologue
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2025-11-30 22:24:06I never meant to fall for my sister’s fiancée.
But the first time I saw Celine Hartman, she was standing under the soft glow of fairy lights in our mother’s living room, her wedding binder clutched to her chest like a shield. She was impeccable, hair pinned back, heels sharp, blouse crisp. Everything about her screamed control, poise, perfection. And maybe that’s why my chest clenched the second our eyes met.
Her gaze didn’t skim over me as it should have. It didn’t settle on my sister, the golden one, the flawless one. No, Celine looked at me. Really looked. Like she could see straight through the tattoos, the hoodie, the way I’d spent the last two years hiding in coffee shops and late-night walks, trying not to exist.
I froze.
My sister, Aaliyah, was chatting happily, oblivious to the quiet storm between us. I should have smiled, nodded, played my role, the disappointing little sister who didn’t deserve attention, who faded into the background. But Celine’s eyes… they refused to let me fade. They held me there, warm and intense, and something flickered in the pit of my stomach that I couldn’t name.
A slow, forbidden heat spread through me, reckless and dangerous. Every instinct screamed to step back, to pretend I wasn’t trembling under her stare. But I didn’t. I couldn’t.
She tilted her head, just slightly, the faintest curve of a smile teasing her lips. One eyebrow rose, subtle but deliberate. A question? A warning? An invitation? My pulse thudded so loudly I could swear the whole room heard it.
And I wanted her to hold my gaze. I wanted to step closer, even though every rational part of my brain was shouting that this was impossible. She was engaged to my sister, the woman I was supposed to admire from a safe distance, maybe even help plan a perfect wedding for. She was a bride, untouchable. Sacred. Forbidden.
But the air between us sparked like static. My hands itched to brush hers when she adjusted the binder. My mouth wanted to speak words I couldn’t form. My body betrayed me, leaning just a fraction closer than propriety allowed.
For one suspended heartbeat, the room narrowed to the space between us. Just me and Celine, and the soft hum of the party fading into nothing. Every detail was sharp: the faint scent of her perfume, the soft glow on her skin, the way her eyes flickered when she noticed me noticing her.
I didn’t know then that she would ruin me. That she would haunt my dreams, my thoughts, my every waking moment. I didn’t know that every glance after this one would be charged with something forbidden, something intoxicating.
All I knew was this:
The bride shouldn’t have looked at me first.
But God, my chest ached for her to look again and consume me entirely. I wanted her to look again.
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