All Chapters of Engaged to My Sister. Obsessed With Me.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“Hey… hey, wake up.” My eyelids felt heavy as I forced them open, blinking against the blur. A dull throb pressed at the back of my head. “Rhea, sit up.” The figure above me slowly came into focus. Lana. My brows drew together. “What… how—?” I pushed myself upright, dragging the blanket with me. “Here. Drink.” She guided a cup of coffee to my lips. I took it without resistance. The heat burned softly down my throat. Lana sat beside me. I didn’t miss the worry on her face. “How are you feeling?” she asked. “I’m okay.” My voice cracked immediately. “Take another sip.” I did. “What happened?” I asked. “You don’t remember?” I shook my head slowly. “No.” “Last night…” She hesitated. “What happened last night?” Silence stretched for a moment.Then fragments started returning. Darnell standing at the entrance of Vanessa’s apartment. Me turning away and leaving. “You came into my room crying,” Lana said softly. “You wouldn’t say what happened. I just let you sleep here… with

Café Denise had always been my favorite spot. A hot cup of cappuccino, marshmallows melting into the foam, extra-extra sugar. Heaven. I used to sit by the window, right where the light hit just right. But not anymore. Not after that night. Now I sat at the far end, tucked away from the other tables, where no one really looked twice. I wrapped my fingers around the cup, letting the warmth seep into my skin before setting it down. I pulled out a book I had just started. How to Love Mr. Rex. A romance novel about a nanny who fell in love with her boss. Cliché, but at least it kept me busy. Busy from thinking about my own boss. My grip tightened slightly around the edge of the page. Lana still hadn’t spoken to me. She said she would… when I told her the truth. Normally, when we fought, we got over it almost immediately. But this one? It had been five days. Five long, quiet, awkward days. I tried to fix it. I ordered food for two like I always did, kept her favorite drink in the f

I survived a week at Blackridge. Barely. I didn’t have to see him every day. His schedule was packed, meetings stacked on meetings, and for that, I thanked God. Or whatever was left of my sanity. We only crossed paths once. Just once. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to. My skin burned under his gaze, my heartbeat loud enough I was sure everyone in the room could hear it. Then he left. He just turned around and walked into a briefing like I wasn’t still standing there trying to remember how to breathe. I told myself it was a good thing. That distance was exactly what I needed. That maybe, just maybe, if this kept up, I could get through this internship without completely losing my mind. But even as I thought it, I knew it wasn’t that simple. “Are you sure you don’t want to come with me?” I asked Lana, folding my clothes into my travel bag. “No.” I paused, glancing at her. “Lana, come on. We always spend summer at the beach house together.” She spun lazily in the chair, not

I eyed the glass of champagne the server poured in front of me a few minutes ago. I had no interest in drinking it. I needed something stronger. Something to take the edge off, and silence the ringing in my head. It’s been one hell of a week. I’ve had to close a lot of business deals and sign a lot of contracts. I leaned back slightly, loosening my grip on the armrest as the dull ache behind my eyes pulsed again. I had a meeting with the governor three days ago, which moved the Echelon Project into its execution phase and now I can finally take a break. I pressed the call button on the armrest, and Elena, my private flight attendant, appeared almost immediately. “Scotch,” I ordered, without bothering to open my eyes. “Yes, sir,” she replied softly before hurrying off. A low chuckle came from across the cabin. “I think I like this plane better than the other ones,” Maurice said, his annoyingly grating voice scraping against my nerves. I didn’t give him the satisfacti

Drinking wasn’t really something I did more than once a day, but here I was, sipping whiskey with my nemesis while sitting in his den.“I’m glad you came,” Elliot said, leaning back in his seat.I twirled the glass in my hand. “Are you?”“Yes, I am. Finally, we can have some father-son bonding time.”My eyes flicked to him, and a smile brushed my lips. Always baiting me.The only man who had ever been allowed to call me son was Victor Donovan. He’d turned to dust years ago, so that title wasn’t up for use.“I look forward to it.”I arrived at Bennett Island a few hours ago, and now I was sitting across from Elliot in his study, his desk separating us like a line neither of us intended to cross.There was silence between us as we watched each other in brief intervals, both of us drinking without much interest in the glass in our hands.I checked my watch. Eight-twelve.“Have somewhere to be?” Elliot asked.Yes.Finding your youngest daughter. “I’m exactly where I need to be,” I replie