Trapped By My Fiancée's Crazy Sister

Chapter 7

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. He pinned Gretta to the bed, his presence so i

and closed around her throat, not eno

y own fiancée humiliate me. You found that amusing?" His v

stricted. She didn't beg. She laughed. "It was very amu

re. The fury in his eyes blazed hot

would only excite her

e his cold composure back together. "You heard Carmelita. She mentioned your three p

er neck, a dismissive curl to her lip. "My

t time, he considered that she might be more than just a love-c

. He turned and str

ur 'date' isn't over,"

sley said without turning back. "Ton

ind him, the sound vibr

eplaced by a cold, calculating stillness. She knew she had pushed him too far toni

at in his Bentley, no

mind was a chaotic mess of Carmelita's insults, Gretta's

g thought struck

a, he had been drugged. He had no

carrying his child filled him

ecame pregnant, she would have a permanent hold on him that no a

t his phone and called h

His voice

you?" Laura's voice was, as

And deliver it immediately to... the addr

he other end of the line. The

s late. Most pharm

pill delivered within the half hour," Kingsley

aura replied, he

t as well." He couldn't stand to wear these clothes, stained

away. He pulled into the shadows at the corner of the st

ch. He needed to se

ents. Gretta Ramsey was not

y's plan. She stood by the window, her mind driftin

let that happen again. But she also knew that no

revenge had o

, her doo

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Trapped By My Fiancée's Crazy Sister

Yi Xiaoxin Romance

“My sister Carmelita was the family's radiant princess, about to marry Wall Street emperor Kingsley Sterling. I was just Gretta, the mentally unstable, disgraced younger sister. But no one knew the truth behind my ruined reputation. Years ago, Carmelita meticulously crafted rumors to paint me as a shameless outcast. When my baby boy was dying of a severe fever, I knelt in our family's gravel driveway in the freezing rain, desperately begging for help. She just smiled in her custom charity gala gown, looking down at me with utter disgust. "They won't see you. You're an embarrassment." She shut the heavy oak door, leaving my son to grow cold and take his last breath in my arms. She even blamed our grandmother's fatal heart attack on the scandal she herself had created. I was entirely abandoned by my parents, left with nothing but faded scars on my wrists, while she enjoyed her flawless life. Why did my innocent child have to pay for her cruel vanity? Why did she get the perfect fairytale ending while I was forced to live as a hollow ghost? The weak woman she destroyed died on that driveway. Before my grandmother passed, I promised her I would take everything back. So, I slipped into Kingsley's penthouse, spiked his whiskey, and pressed record on a hidden camera. When the mighty CEO woke up naked next to me in a panic, I handed him a contract. "For the next month, you belong to me, and you will not touch Carmelita without my permission."”