A Night With My Stepbrother
The cold calculation in her eyes ignited into raw, burning fury.
“Jealousy?” Jenna’s laugh was harsh, ugly, devoid of any pretense. “Of you? Don’t make me laugh, you little nobody!” She took a step back, her posture radiating contempt. “You think I’m jealous of your thrift-store rags? Your scholarship struggles? Your boring, insignificant little life? Jealous of you catching the eye of a bored billionaire playing a game? A game I set in motion?”
Isabel stared, the confirmation hitting her like a physical blow, worse than Alessandro’s accusations. The horror wasn't just intellectual; it was visceral, a betrayal that cut to the bone marrow of their shared history. “You… you admit it?”
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