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Whoever it was never looked at her in that light, and it was hurting her. "I wish I could become like my sister. If only I were as perfect as her, he would have noticed me. I want to save myself. I don’t want to die anymore. I want my life to become perfect so that he can accept me," I read with tears forming in my eyes.

Sapphire Walter. Going to the party with Emily and Ethan was a bad idea because it was just filled with drinking, smoking and some shameless people doing the deed in front of us like dude we don't want see how you're doing it with her as I sat on the counter and read this book my perfect man, imperfect by Madinah_Writes. It was so fucking good guys but what made it worst that Stephanie a chick from the party was like hitting on my brother and Emily disfigured her face for her claiming her soon to be husband to be hers.

“If you think I’m doing what your idiot of-a-mum asked me to do, you’re more stupid than I thought.” Mia narrowed her eyes at her supposed new sister. “Trust me, I don’t expect anything from you.” Savannah flicked her golden hair off her shoulder in a well-practiced motion. “Good. Because I wouldn’t be seen dead with someone like you.” She went to leave but turned back again. “Oh, and just to let you know, your outfit is beyond tragic.”

ZARA’S POV How to snatch your sister’s husband the one who a) you’ve loved for as long as you can remember. b) The man who literally watched you grow up, c) The trophy husband who still makes every room feel smaller the moment he walks into it. Some people might call this wrong. Twisted, even. I call it taking what should have been mine all along. Adie was never supposed to end up with Imani. Not really. But life has a funny way of handing the wrong sister the perfect man. So I decided to correct the mistake.

This was something that only happened in books and movies. He looked at me with a calm, almost bored expression. “You won't ever recover with that amount of loan.” He stated like I was dumb not to know that. I still couldn't understand what was going on. His assistant walked into the conference room the same way he had walked in earlier. I think it came with working at Stone Holdings. She casually walked up to me and dropped a thick file in front of me. The heading was “MARRIAGE ARRANGEMENT” in bold letters.

The bright red liquid dripped down the photo like blood. "Stop!" the relatives shouted, rushing forward. But the employees blocked them with brooms. "You're all insane!" Mary's brother roared. "This is my sister's funeral!" "A funeral?" Chloe scoffed. "A lowlife scammer doesn't deserve a funeral." I stood up and stared at her coldly. "Chloe, you're the one who killed Mary." "Killer?" A familiar voice came from the doorway. "Chloe is the love of my life, not a killer."

Her hands, visible at the edges of the sheet, were curled into fists. She'd fought. She'd tried to live. And someone had held her under until she stopped. "That's her," Alexa said. Her voice didn't shake. That surprised her. "That's my sister." She reached out and touched Alice's hair. Still soft. Still dark. Still Alice. But her fingers froze halfway through the second stroke.

Kane growled. His tone made her frown. Hadn’t they just been all over her like they couldn’t get enough of her just thirty seconds ago? What happened to that? “Well what the hell is wrong with me? I thought you just told me I was perfect.” Jerk. Figures that he’d say the right words just to get her naked. Or mostly naked. “You are perfect,” Blake said. “You’re also Marcos’s sister.” She shrugged. “So?” This whole thing of her being Marcos’s little sister annoyed the shit out of her. Weren’t these grown men?

It's always " omg, Addison, why did you do this or Daisy we absolutely didn't raise you this way, Addison. I'm so disappointed in you." FYI... The last voice is that of my sister, the most perfect child a parent could ever ask for, funny how a perfect daughter and an imperfect daughter could be birthed to the same couple in the same family. The only person who could do things the not so Edwards way is, of course, Amelia Faye Edwards. She is so perfect that even when she does things, the not so Edwards way, my parents See's it as the most perfect, proper thing on earth. " And you finally decide it's time for you to come down, I thought you weren't gonna do so," Amelia voice sounded, and I cri

“My parents wouldn’t acknowledge me until I was perfect again. I stopped existing whenever I messed up.” “Jesus, Daphne. I?—” “They do it to each other. They decided to make it permanent for my sister, since she messed up so bad that she’ll never be perfect again in their eyes.” Daphne snorts. “I keep trying to mess up bad enough they’ll leave me alone. Oh, the irony.” I don’t say anything. This isn’t my time to speak; it’s hers.