Stealing My Foolish Brother's Beautiful Bride

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ad locked me in. He didn't rea

but a terrible nightmare. But I knew bett

once filled with memories of Kennedy a

osing what to wear. I needed to look normal, or eve

used some concealer to hide the bruise on my lip and the marks on

nsfer device disguised as a USB drive. I'd bought it in college for b

e luxury boutique on Michigan A

gner bag on her arm. When she saw me, she ran over and gave me a d

her shoulder, forcing a note of vulnerability int

e. "Don't think about sad things! It's m

miled inwardly, but on my face, I showed no

like a butterfly, holding up expens

is! Oh my god, you have to get this new

her thing, my mind focused on

love with a ridiculously expensive evening gown and want

ted taking selfies, pulling me into the frame with

e did you get it?" I asked, as if t

t great? It's limited edition. Here,

started

ile my fingers flew across the screen. I already k

as I navigated to her photo album. I didn't dare se

d the "Recently

videos and photos of her and Kennedy to b

ile. Then, I plugged the data transfer

en. Every second felt like an eternity.

ing room door opened, and a sal

ng to her feet. She held out

d out the device, shoved it into my pocket, and handed the p

tely oblivious, and disappe

ow breath. My back w

the ev

n front of the mirror in the expensive gown,

s and bags, and we headed to the

ring total. Bree shot me a smug look,

ecognised it as Kennedy's supplementary card. S

sociate's voice cut through t

but this card... h