Semua Bab Tempted By My Sister's Boyfriend: Bab 1 - Bab 6

My name is Kim. Well, it’s Kimberly, but I’ve always preferred to be called Kim. My Dad, Maxwell Ashford, is the CEO of Ashford Group, a large firm with boring business stuff, but it pays for all our expensive lifestyle. My mum, Vivienne Ashford, on the other hand, is the editor-in-chief for a world-famous fashion magazine, LUXÉ. I have just one sibling, and she’s the most beautiful and sweetest sister a girl could ask for. Her name is Genevieve, and she is twenty years old, just two years older than I am, but somehow, I still get treated like a baby.Genevieve is an extrovert, your typical outgoing, bubbly social butterfly. She is the type of girl that don’t have to do too much to get the attention of others. In fact, I admire my sister and have always wished to be like her.She has beautiful, healthy blonde hair. Tall, curvy, has the perfect body and skin. It’s no wonder that she got the attention of Adrian Thorne, a young, high-profile Formula One racer. Despite being from a wealth

It’s my grandparents' anniversary today, and the whole house is in a frenzy. The Ashfords have always been known for throwing the best parties. I’m sure we’re killing it again this time around, but my thoughts remained on Adrian.The house shimmered in the after sun with extended families, like my aunties, uncles, and cousins from London, New York, even Monaco, all gathered to celebrate the 50th anniversary of Charles and Miriam Ashford, the patriarch and matriarch of the Ashford empire.Upstairs in the family sitting room, a quieter space away from the crowd, Gen and I lounged on the cream velvet couch, our heels off, and our hair curled to perfection. Mum and Dad stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, glasses of champagne in their hand.Dad, even in a casual moment, cut an imposing figure. Dressed in a charcoal grey suit, tie loosened. Mum looked effortlessly as usual, wearing a high-neck ivory dress, sleek chignon, diamond cuff earrings that caught every light.“Your grandmother’s a

First day of college. Well, not just any college. St. Bellamy’s, the ivy-drenched sanctuary of the elite. A place where old money met glossy futures and gossip spreads faster than grades. Gen had already survived her first year there, and Adrian was deep into his third. Then there’s me. I’m just beginning.The house smelled like espresso and citrus, Dad’s morning smoothie ritual. I padded into the kitchen, still in my robe, the weight of my nerves tucked under a smile.“Someone looks like she’s barely slept,” Dad said, seated at the island in his usual tailored loungewear, sipping his violently green concoction.“That’s because someone didn’t,” I murmured, grabbing a mug.He raised an eyebrow, “Excited?”“Terrified,” I admitted, sliding onto the stool beside him. “There’s something about starting from scratch. New classes. New people, new everything.”“You’ll be fine, baby,” he said, his tone softer now. “You’ve got your sister. And if anyone gives you trouble, you know where to find