Seducing My Mafia Stepbrother
My instincts flared, disliking every nuanced gesture, every silent claim she staked on my life.
With a self-assuredness that bordered on arrogance, she lofted her head, eyes glinting mischievously. "You see here, Shelly," she drawled, every word meticulously chosen and punctuated with that infernal smirk.
"My name is Cecelia, but you can call me CeCe. I’m here for Sebastian." Her declaration was as casual as discussing the weather, yet the weight of it hit like a tempest.
The room spun, the ground beneath me unsteady, yet I anchored myself in defiance. "Why? What business do you have with my ‘husband’?"
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