All Chapters of My Fiancée Married My Sister: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I pulled open the drawer in Diana’s kitchen looking for a pen that actually worked. Papers, old takeout menus, and random receipts spilled across the counter in a mess I started sorting without thinking. My fingers brushed something stiff and thick. The cream business card. Noah Sinclair. It must have slipped in here when Diana cleaned up the other night. I almost tossed it again, but this time I held it longer, turning it under the light.Diana walked in from the bedroom, towel-drying her hair. “Found something interesting in my junk drawer?”I held the card up. She shrugged and leaned against the counter. “Because mysterious billionaires don’t send handwritten notes every day. And something in that message felt real. You have been carrying too much alone.”Diana set the kettle on and sat across from me. “Look him up right now. We have been talking about your next steps for days. Maybe this is part of it. Or maybe it is nothing. But you deserve to know.”I opened my laptop. My hands

I stepped into the elevator at Sinclair Capital with my heart beating a steady rhythm against my ribs. Forty floors of glass and steel rose around me as the car climbed. When the doors opened, the reception area felt like stepping into another world. Clean. Expensive. A view that made the city below look like pieces on a chessboard.Lena greeted me with a quick, professional smile. “Miss Reed. Mr. Sinclair is ready for you.”She led me down a quiet hallway and opened a set of wide doors. Noah Sinclair’s office was surprisingly spare. No awards on display. No expensive art. Just a large desk, two chairs, and one framed photo on a side table that stayed too far away for me to see clearly. He stood the moment I entered. Tall. Dark hair cut sharply. Steel-gray eyes that measured me in a single glance. More striking in person than any photo had shown. Less warm than the air-conditioned quiet of the room.“Jasmine Reed,” he said. His voice carried the kind of calm that came from total contr

The next morning I stood outside Sinclair Capital again, the folder with my handwritten counter-terms tucked under my arm like a shield. The city felt louder today. Horns blaring. People rushing past with purpose. I took a deep breath and walked through the glass doors. Security remembered me, and Lena greeted me with the same professional smile, leading me straight to Noah’s office.He stood when I entered, just like last time. Dark suit. Steel-gray eyes that studied me with that same measured focus. The office still felt sparse and minimal, with only one photo on the side table that I still couldn't make out. He gestured to the chair.“Jasmine. You came back quickly. I will take that as a good sign.”I sat down and placed the folder on the desk between us. “I thought about your proposal all night. I have conditions. I am not walking into this blindly or as a prop. If we do this, it has to protect me as much as it helps you.”Noah sat across from me and nodded once. “I expected nothi

I woke before my alarm, which never happened. Not in the old apartment, where the radiator banged like it was angry at the building, and definitely not in the last six months of my life, where sleep had been something I fought for and mostly lost. Here, in Noah Sinclair’s guest wing, the silence woke me instead. Total and padded, like the world outside had been switched off.For a second I forgot where I was. Then the ceiling came into focus, too high, too white, and it all came back. The penthouse. The arrangement. The six months.I lay there a while, staring up, running my thumb along the edge of the sheet. Crisp. Expensive. Nothing like Diana’s mismatched flannel set that I’d been borrowing since the day I showed up on her doorstep with one suitcase and a face I couldn’t hold together.I missed that flannel set more than I wanted to admit.My phone buzzed on the nightstand, next to the little photo of Diana and me from design school. I almost didn’t look. Then I saw the name.Mom.

I grabbed the remote off the console table with hands that didn't feel like mine anymore. Noah was already moving toward the wall panel, pulling up the smart display before I even got the television on. Two feeds, two automatic reflexes, both of us bracing for something we couldn't name yet.The screen flickered to a mid-morning entertainment segment, glossy and bright, the kind of show that treated other people's lives like weather reports. A woman with a microphone stood outside a restaurant I didn't recognize, and my stomach folded in on itself before I even understood why.Because standing next to her, hand raised like he was mid-sentence and enjoying every second of it, was Ryan."—and honestly, I just want people to know the truth," he was saying, his voice smooth in a way that used to sound charming to me and now just sounded rehearsed. "Jasmine and I had real problems long before anything happened with her sister. I'm not proud of how it played out publicly, but I won't stand