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Go fix her right now! "Otherwise, don't blame me for not recognizing you as my brother!" It had been less than thirty minutes, yet Charlotte already knew. Other than Liam, I couldn't think of anyone else who would have told her. As for this sister of mine–ever since she kicked me in the chest for Liam, I had already given up on her. My voice turned cold. "I should be the one saying I don't have a heartless sister like you." Ignoring the shock on her face, I kicked her out the door.

The last thing I saw was Sion's face… and when I opened my eyes again, I was back in his castle. I was very familiar with this place—it was Sion's secret room. "You're awake." I looked up and found myself staring at Sion's sinister visage, and I got the creeps as his finger brushed against my cheek. His lips curled up in an eerie smile as he leaned close to my face, breathing, "Your sister said your heart would suit me more, and it appears to be no lie… It's almost as if you're born with a heart destined to be eaten by me.

We walked to the orphanage gates. When my sister, Nancy Walker—or perhaps she should now be called Nancy Quill—saw the Maybach parked out front, her eyes lit up. Her adoptive mother, Helen Bronson, took her hand and said, "Nancy, our family isn't actually poor. We were just testing you earlier. We didn't expect you to be such a good kid who doesn't chase after money. From now on, you'll be our little princess."

Growing up, my mother regularly told her children that and used it as some sort of weird ammunition or excuse for her various bad behavior. When my parents' favorite daughter --my sister-- passed away far too young, it devastated my entire family. Suddenly, life stopped. My brother refused to even celebrate his birthday for several years, insisting that the day instead be renamed and repurposed as an ongoing celebration for my late sister. I also became a surprising villain in my own family's story. On paper, many would expect my parents to be proud to have me as a daughter... but they weren't. The looks and comments that Lily got at the beginning of the book are ones that I know well. (You

I would've died if a colleague of mine hadn't come looking for me when I couldn't be reached. When I regained consciousness, I told Mom what happened. All she said was, "The fact that Amy treated you that way goes to show just how much of a failure you've been as a sister. You must've pissed her off with the things you said. Otherwise, why would she hate you so much?" All at once, I felt as though I'd been plunged into an icy pool of water. I was chilled to the bone. "Even if I'd been the worst sister alive, did that give Amy the right to kill me?"

Dominic was surrounded by a group of beautiful women with long legs and silky-smooth skin. He looked completely at ease, as though enveloped in blissfulness. I focused all my attention on him. The scent of lavender filled the air. It was similar to the smell in my own room. I eagerly took a deep breath. Only then did I begin to feel a bit calmer. The door behind me flung open. Two muscular men in black barged in. “Sir, we’re sorry.”

Like finding a hidden room in a house you thought you knew completely. "Can I tell you something," she said. "Yeah." "Anna has always been like that." She said it carefully, not unkindly. "Even with me. Even growing up. She showed you what she wanted you to see and kept the rest somewhere private." She looked at her ginger tea. "I spent my whole life thinking she had everything figured out because that was the version she showed me. The polished, certain, always-lands-on-her-feet version." She shook her head. "I didn't know about any of this either. And I'm her sister."

"Good. Now hang up, I have work to do." Not waiting for a reply, I hung up. This is precisely the reason why you shouldn't let your best friend...ex-best friend, date your little sister. It ultimately comes back to bite you in the ass. But for now, I need more books from the mysterious Ms. OG. I don't know who she is but the shopkeeper was right. This woman had real talent. Suddenly, an image of the red haired junior flashed in my mind. Bright blue eyes and a wide smile.

The book of our lives slammed shut, and a new one opened, but the chapters seemed to unfold at a painfully slow pace. Turning another page didn’t scare me; I was curious to see what came next. The thought of my beast tearing up the pages of my book made me nervous. Despite always feeling guilty when my sister left, she constantly reassured me it wasn’t my fault. She believed in me and encouraged me to lead our pack with an unwavering hand.

I was also blessed with my mother\'s curves. Tia, Tamera, and Sabrina were my closest friends. Tia and Tamera are twins and are the same age as me. They both have blonde hair and green eyes. Sabrina is an only child who always referred to me as being her sister. She is one year older than I am. She has black hair and blue eyes. They are all omegas. Ever since I was born, everyone adored me and wanted to keep me around. They probably thought it would give them some advantages, but I adored the attention anyway. I was the apple of my family\'s eye. My brother Darnell is 2 years older than me and was very protective of me. He never let any male around me he didn\'t trust other than his best fri