Secretly Loving My Adoptive Brother
Her appearance now utterly contrasted with, was the complete opposite of, the sweet mask she always wore in front of our adoptive parents and in front of Javier.
“See? I can do anything to you, Camila,” Adriana whispered, full of triumph, stepping forward one step at a time to intimidate me. “I can even do something far crueler and more disgusting than just that little trap at the police station earlier. So never look at Javier with that adoring gaze again! And remember this well in that little brain of yours—never hope to have Javier!”
I could only stand there in silence, clenching both my hands tightly at my sides until my knuckles turned white, holding back a flood of emotion.