The Night My Sister Became the Stakes
In the biggest bar of Gryndon, my younger sister, Evonne Bradford, is tossed onto the middle of the stage like a plaything.
The men beneath the stage keep arguing with each other.
At the moment, Evonne's complexion is as pale as a sheet. She can only stare at her fiance, Simon Scottman, in disbelief, who's sitting in the middle of the bar.
"Simon, I'm your fiancee! How could you treat me like this?"
Simon leans over to kiss the dainty-looking woman in his arms on the lips. Then, he shoots Evonne a cold look.
"You don't even know who took your virginity, yet you still have the guts to question me?"
The woman in Simon's arms just titters delicately, but the contempt in her eyes is plain