Semua Bab Bound to My Sister's Billionaire Crush: Bab 1 - Bab 7

- SIERRAI didn't go to the archives. I headed to the restroom instead, locked myself in the stall and sat on the toilet staring at the back of the door. I leaned my forehead against my knees, and a savage sob at last forced its way to my throat. It was silent, muted by the fabric of my dress, but it was like a scream in the sterile silence of the restroom.My mind was whirling between a glimmer of hope and a blow to the head of terror. The office was buzzing outside the stall over the coming of the century. The Golden Girl was back. The "victim" had returned to claim her throne, and I was still sitting in the dirt where everyone had shoved me three years ago.I was the one who was supposed to be the villain. I was the person behind the accident, pushing my own sister into a wheelchair and then making her disappear into thin air. I was the one who married the billionaire who was in love with the girl I had apparently broken.But none of that was true. Ten years of lies and false ident

- SIERRAI woke up to the strong smell of disinfectant and the rhythmic beeping of a monitor.I blinked, the harsh overhead lights of the hospital room stinging my eyes. My head was pounding hard. It felt like it had been cracked open and put back together with duct tape.A thin white blanket was tucked up to my chin, and the scratchy sheets were a far cry from my soft bed at home. My throat was dry, and there was an IV line taped to the back of my hand."Hey, Sleeping Beauty. You gave me a heart attack."Aleena was sitting in a chair next to my bed, her face pale and her hands wrapped around a styrofoam cup. She looked like she hadn't slept in a week, her eyeliner smudged and her arms crossed tightly over her chest."Don't try to sit up yet," she snapped when I was trying to sit up. "What... what happened?" I asked, my voice was a dry rasp."You passed out at the office," Aleena said, her voice dropping into that low, protective territory. "The doctor called it severe exhaustion an

- SIERRAVeronica was draped across the velvet sofa like she owned the place. She was a socialite in her fifties, dripping in gold chains and wearing a dress that probably cost more than my old car. She’d hated me from the moment Desmond introduced me as his wife. To her, I was the "office girl" who’d trapped a billionaire, rather than the other way around. Desmond was standing by the window, a glass of scotch in his hand. He looked up as we entered. His expression didn't change—always cold and aloof. Just that same, stone-cold professional mask. "You're back," he hissed. It wasn't a question. "Sierra!" Veronica chirped, though her eyes were cold as ice. She didn't get up. She just adjusted her pearls and looked me up and down. "Goodness, look at you. You look... pale. And what is that you're wearing? It’s a bit... old fashioned-chic, isn't it? Very different from your usual drab suits."I felt Aleena stiffen beside me, her mouth opening to deliver a reply that would probably get u