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I didn't want him to see me. He was walking towards the direction at which Alice and the strange man were. At some point, I realised he paused. It seemed like he was actually trailing Alice also. I got confused, what is happening? Why is he trailing My sister? I put a close watch on him, watching his every move. I knew such kinds of spies are not to be trusted. If he had actually come with the intention to hurt my sister, then I won't let him. I glared at him, even without knowing the reason for his coming. All my attention was on him, though it was a good thing he didn't see me but I did. I observed him closely, observed Alice and also the strange man. I stuck my eyes on all of them as they

“And a stupid one at that.” Sang-Yeon sighs. “Come on, you're not one to point fingers of that sort. You were in my shoes not so long ago, or has your new title come with a faulty memory? You were spying on your husband, I spy on people who have no value to me.” “Are you done?” “No,” he shakes his head. “I still want an answer.” “Well my answer is no, and I should punch you in the throat for assuming that I would dare exchange my sister for information.”

"That's a hell of a setup." I barely glanced at her. "Watch the feeds. If you see anything, I want to know immediately." My eyes flicked to the monitor showing Amy's bedroom door. "Are you spying on your sister?" Ariel wrinkled her nose, voice curling in mock disgust. "That's a little..." I shot her a cold look. "She is my sister. No one touches her." She held up her hands. "Jeez. Got it." "Good. Now show me what you found before I decide you're wasting my time." I pointed to my desk where the laptops were set up.

My overly chatty cousins swarmed around me like bees, discovering a new flower. "Maya!" exclaimed Miranda, my most gossipy cousin. "We saw the news. So, what really happened with Senator Rowe? Are you really... well, you know." I held my breath, trying not to show anger. "There's nothing to discuss," I replied coldly, trying to break free from the circle of questions that kept raining down. But their inquisitive gazes stuck to my back even as I tried to find a way out. In the corner of the room, I saw Mom and Dad standing, talking to a guest. Their flat and cold gazes immediately shifted to me when they noticed my presence.

Clara’s hands began to shake. Another message appeared beneath it. I can still feel your hands on me. The phone nearly slipped from Clara’s fingers. Her breathing became uneven. This wasn’t just suspicion anymore. This was proof. Clara leaned against the counter as a wave of dizziness hit her. Her own sister. Her own sister had written those words. Tears blurred Clara’s vision, but she forced herself to keep reading. Another message appeared. Tomorrow night. Same place. Clara stared at the words for a long time.

She went to her now clean sofa and lay there while watching a movie. "You are going to live with me." "I don’t live with anyone," she said nonchalantly. "That’s an order." "I only take orders from my boss, and her orders also have limits—and you aren’t my boss," she said coldly. "I am your boss." "You are on control system, and I am an A-Special Spy. Your sister holds that part." He sighed and admired the condoms. "My brother knows what size it is." He sighed again, mourning. "Tsk, I badly need sex."

The question in my mind must show on my face because Mother turns to me with an explanatory look. "Someone sent us pictures from that night, darling," she says softly, reaching out to stroke my hair. "We saw everything. But don't worry - you did nothing wrong. You were just being a caring sister, weren't you? That person just wants to cause chaos and your father here is buying into it" I quickly catch on and nod, forcing tears into my eyes. "Yes! I was just trying to help her!" The lie flows easily from my lips, though inside I'm seething. Someone had been watching me that night? Who dared to spy on me? Lucas?

Alessandra lingers, her eyes studying me with deep concern. “Dad said you had a panic attack,” my twin mumbles. “He told you?” “No. I was eavesdropping.” “It’s rude to eavesdrop, you know.” My sister shrugs, unapologetic. “It sounded important.” She vacates her spot at the vanity in favor of my bedside. The mattress sinks slightly under her weight. “Tell me what’s bothering you.” “Nothing’s—”

She finally pulled on a night shirt and went to the bathroom, allowing me to escape. I became obsessed with my sister and began sniffing her soiled panties. I hid in her closet several more times to see her naked and watch her masturbate. Sometimes she did it standing up and other times she lay on her bed and fingered her pussy. It always ended with her gasping and shaking. I often had a pair of her panties wrapped around my cock as I watched.

“I meant it.” A tear slipped down her cheek, and she wiped it away with the back of her hand. “I don’t even know where to start.” “Start at the beginning.” I kept my voice steady, even though my heart was pounding. “Start with how you started spying on your own sister and selling information to her enemy – the same man who killed her parents and wants her dead.”