Todos los capítulos de Claimed by My Sister's Fiancé : Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 85

"So you're telling me that you two made out… in the office?" Serena asked for the third time, her brain probably glitching by the way her eyes were wide at me.I rested my back on the railing. "Something like that," I replied, scratching the back of my head and avoiding her eyes."What?!!" she screamed, her voice getting muffled by the sounds of kids running and yelling around the fair. "I thought you two were over.""We are. I just… It just happened.""Something like that doesn't just happen, Rhea, you—""Shh," I whispered to Serena when I spotted Lana coming back from the ice cream truck.I hadn't told Lana about this morning and I didn't intend to. She would have my head."I got the ice cream," Lana announced, handing me one of the cones. Vanilla coated with chocolate, while the other was strawberry."You got only two?" I asked, holding the cone and staring at her."Well guess what, I have only two hands and I'm sure your new best friend doesn't have any problem getting her own ice

I've never seen anyone read as much smut as Serena does. Her entire life is built on a fantasy world.I flipped to the next page of the unholy book in my hand and my brows climbed even further. What kind of priest gets on his knees in the name of baptism. I closed it before I got struck down, shook my head, and walked to her dresser.I opened the first drawer and saw a large brown book already peeling at the corners. I picked it up and placed it on the dresser, flipped it open, and immediately regretted it.A photo album of me and Serena, grinning through a shitty, weirdly fucked up childhood.The first picture was the two of us at ten at a beach in Ibiza. I had no idea what we were doing there but it had something to do with Claire's work.I turned to the next page. Me and Claire—my mother. Her arms around me, both of us smiling at the camera. My hand moved to her face and I traced it slowly, tilting my head. Same brown eyes. Beautiful long blonde hair that I used to wrap around my n

"I don't know the question so I don't have your answer."He stopped right in front of me and I refused to look up. His knuckles brushed my cheek. "The question about you stopping the pretence."I knocked his hand away and met his eyes with full rage. "It's all your fault, you know."He kept reaching for my face and I kept flinging his hand. "What's my fault?"My eyes moved around the room. "Can we just—""No.""Darnell—""I said—" he grabbed my hand mid-fling and brought it to his lips. "No."He kissed my knuckles and I tried to pull free. "You blame me, Rhea. But you keep coming back every single time despite knowing exactly what's going to happen."I twisted my fingers trying to wriggle loose. "Stop it."He pressed my hand to his face and held it there. "You say that but you don't mean it."My heart started hammering. "I mean it this time, Darnell. Let go of me!""You know I—"Before I even thought about it my other hand came up and cracked him hard across the face, snapping his hea