My Sister's Fiance
Five minutes later, I was sitting stiffly on the cream sofa, my hands folded so tightly in my lap my knuckles had gone pale, while the lounge that had looked like a waiting room for rich people who’d failed therapy had turned into a child command center.
Ethan himself came back carrying two large boxes of toys. Magnetic tiles, wooden puzzles, a set of mini cars, plush dolls, and a few activity books. Northlake’s CFO. Carrying toys on Zachary De Sanctis’s orders like this was the most normal thing in the world.
I was genuinely living in a cursed timeline.
Issa dropped straight onto the rug and spread out the magnetic tiles like she was designing a penthouse. Max slid out of Zach’s arms and cr
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