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ch is as boring as a dead log," Lucas groaned, his voic

rrying that vegetative cripple anyway, you're all mine no

me as I pushed open the door to my small attic

d with my younger stepsister, Emma. The sheets were a mess, and

y voice trembling with a

who had promised to marry me just a month ago, casually turned his head. His chest heav

ement. "Don't just stand there. You can watch if you want to learn something.

ust enough to cover herself, though she made no effort to hide

u are going to marry someone else anyway, I might as well take Lucas of

rry someone else? What

ake surprise. "Oh, you don't know? Mom and Dad did

ated, the word tastin

hicago Blackhawks. The great hockey superstar who got his skull crushed on the ice last mon

is. "Get out!" I screamed, lunging forward to grab th

ped down on my arm, yanking me backward with

our screaming

stood over me, her face twisted in a vicious scowl. Her hand, nails painted

Emma whined from the bed, wrapp

m? You can't even keep a man satisfied, and now you are throwing a tantrum? You are a worthless orphan

r to the living room. A knot of unease tightened in my stomach. Freya was smiling, a wi

e sofa. His eyes, which usually held a permanent a

rmès bag. She slapped it onto the glass coffee

ws," she announced. "Y

he answer, but m

ng to a conspiratorial whisper. "The Carlisle family. The hoc

Carl

n of the Chicago Blackhawks. The league's supers

haken the sports world a month ago. A brutal collision

Freya. "He's... he's in the hospi

ruel sneer. "So what if he is? His family has money. They need a wedding to

"And you, Chloe, are the lucky girl they've cho

p back. "I can't marry someone who

ng over me. "Insane? You eat our food, you li

red, pleading with my eyes for

bing, but all that came out was a soft, d

isles are paying us a fortune. Enough for Emma to get that Maserati s

fices always ended up benefit

ling my mouth. It was a subconscious habit, a respon

a is prettier, more social. She's the on

precious daughter be a widow-in-waiting? This kind of oppor

ng me open and exposing my st

er me. I grabbed the back of

ce barely a whisper, but it was

shoved it in my face. "You have no choice. The Carlis

My mind was a buz

face and smiled. "You'd better be on your

wn on the sofa, as if she

es were coming tomorrow. If Freya and Emma wanted to play dirty, maybe it was time I l