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The Garcia family's notorious illegitimate son — violent, obsessive, and dangerously unstable — had sent out a public marriage summons.
One of us, my sister or I, was to become his bride.
My father, with his career in ruins and his influence dwindling, had no choice but to agree.
In desperation, I begged my boyfriend Eric Jordan to return home and make our engagement official.
He did rush back, travel-worn and anxious — but only to ask for my sister's hand in marriage. Shattered, I demanded to know why.
Eric frowned, his voice icy. "You're just a foster daughter of the Lynch family. You've eaten their food, lived under their roof for years. And if it weren't for Willa, you would've fro