Flash marriage: falling hard everyday
“Why can’t you take your eyes off me, dear sister? Are you missing me?”
She stepped closer to Maleficent, running her fingers through her hair, then walked up to Mark.
“And you—do you regret leaving me for Maleficent?”
There was venom in her voice. Mark clenched his fists, staring at her.
“I don’t regret leaving you,” he replied.
Maleficent laughed like a Disney villain. I’d never heard a woman laugh like that before.
“Sister, why would I miss you? Why would I care about you? I’m the one who’s winning here. I’m marrying Mark, and your mother’s property will soon be mine. Isn’t that obvious?”