My Secret Billionaire: Claiming My Stepsister's Fiancé
She looked small again, shoulders curling in, hands clutching the hem of her large shirt.
I looked between them, frowning.
“You two know each other?”
Neither of them answered.
“Mr. Alanis,” Penelope said, her voice was higher now, and she was trying so hard to keep its usual sweetness but already cracked at the edges. “Why is she here?”
“I brought her.”
“She wasn’t supposed to come,” Penelope snapped, stepping around me like she didn’t care I was in the way. “I told her not to come.”
“I told her to stay.”