No More Waiting for Love
I had moved out of our house, but my boyfriend—the one I had given up everything to run away with—had no idea. Neither did his possessive younger brother, the one who used to knock on my door calling for me.
My boyfriend's first love had taken up all their attention. They no longer listened when I played the piano. They even forgot about my cat fur allergy and brought that woman's cat home.
My boyfriend, Ian Blake, had snapped, "If anyone's leaving, it's you. There's no way Eva's cat is going anywhere."
His brother, Sebastian, had said, "Sienna, Eva is my girlfriend. How could I give up her cat for you?"
When I woke up in the hospital after going into anaphylactic shock from my allergy, I decided to leave them.
Back home, I made my first call to my mother. "Mom, I'm ready to accept the arranged marriage."