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oaned, his voice thick with contempt. Lucas, the cowardly hypocrite who had survived college on

y, you're all mine now!" Emma giggled, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. Emma, my spo

me as I pushed open the door to my small attic

ed with my younger sister, Emma. The sheets were a mess, and t

y voice trembling with a

covers. Lucas, the man who had promised to marry me just a mon

amusement. "Don't just stand there. You could stand to learn a thing or

up just enough to cover herself, though she made no effo

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

the word leaving a bitter,

s. The great hockey superstar who got his skull crushed on the ice last month by a malicious cro

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

ped down on my arm, yanking me backward with

our screaming

ho had treated me like an unpaid servant since I was a child. She stood over me, her face twisted in a vicio

Emma whined from the bed, wrapp

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

he living room. A knot of unease tightened in my stomach. Freya was smiling, a wide, predator

d a permanent apology, refused to meet mine today. He was a spineless coward, always

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