Chapter 29-Her Dream Prison
Kaye:
I’m not sure why my brothers thought it was a good idea to bring her back into our lives when we had already kicked her out, but there she was, standing in front of me shamelessly in my brother’s garage.
From what I recall, he doesn’t even allow anyone in his personal space—not even the cleaners.
"Just say you felt sorry for her," I muttered, though I didn’t want to admit it out loud. My brother had a soft spot for beautiful women. And as much as I hated her, I couldn’t deny that she was stunning. That might’ve made my brother feel all sorts of ways.
But then again, she was about to become our stepsister once my father officially married her manipulative mother. Wouldn’t that be disgusting? Or would it?
"Ugh! She was... in need, okay? I don’t like her. I hate her just as much as you do," my brother finally confessed. "She showed up out of nowhere, like a gold-digger, after finding out about her mother’s situation. I think she burned bridges because she was so sure she’d live in the mansion and have a comfortable life. So, of course, she’s in need of money now—"
As my brother spoke honestly, I shook my head and glanced back at her, intending to glare her down, but she was gone.
Or was she?
A frown creased my forehead, confusion taking over as my eyes dropped to the floor, where I found her feet still on the ground.
Obviously, she couldn’t have left without her feet moving, which only meant one thing.
"Look now! She’s trying to get our attention!" I scoffed. "Of course, she didn’t just pass out. She saw I was angry and decided to fake fainting."