Christy stood up. “Lena, I’ll be back soon,” she said gently. “Okay.” I smiled softly at her. She gave me a small nod before slipping out the door. The moment it clicked shut, Andres’s gaze locked onto me—dark, intense, and unwavering. I shifted under the weight of it. “Andres… I’m your sister. Did you forget that? It’s weird for you to keep calling me your woman.”He didn’t flinch. “Well… I didn’t ask for your correction when I called you my woman, did I?” His voice was low, almost dangerously calm, as he shut the door behind Christy with a quiet click. I swallowed hard. “Andres, I know this is hard to accept,” I said, my voice steady despite the tremor in my chest, “but there’s nothing we can do about it. We’re half-siblings. Please… respect that.”He scoffed and closed the distance between us, stopping just a few feet away—as if he didn’t trust himself to come any closer. The air between us crackled with tension.“Sister?” A bitter laugh escaped him. “Man… how the hell am
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