Stealing My Sister's Fiancee
Her face was bright, her eyes sparkled, and she looked so happy.
Too happy.
My gaze shifted to the man. Aaric Bernardi. Standing beside her, chatting with Mellan, who was laughing crisply at his side.
His large, sturdy, and I remember, painful, hands curled lightly around my sister’s waist. Mellan leaned against him with a confidence that almost made me angry.
How could someone who knew every darkest corner of my life appear so perfect to others?
How could a horrible man like him get his hands on my sister, who was so kind-hearted? What's more, when he knows I'm his ex-girlfriend and the woman he's been playing with last morning is his fiancée's sister...
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