MY EROTIC BILLIONAIRE

boyfriend of two years, walked down the aisle with my sister, Daisy. The applause from the asse

ietly so that my distress remained hidden from the prying eyes of the onlookers. But, who was I kidding? I

h of regret in his eyes was unmistakable. He held my stepsister's hand, and t

long, disapproving glance while maintaining a polite smile to

ake a scene in front of everyone," she cautioned me, her voice

h David and our two-year relationship, making the situation all the more awkward

verhear my stepfather's discreet whisper to my

ed her in the back or just le

ad come to accept. "I'm beginning to think you were right," she admitted. "She's

ad become a distressing norm in my life-to hear my own mo

id into marrying my sister, while Daisy seemed more than willing to embrace the idea.

suffocating grip of my challenging family. However, my sister seemed to have ca

t herself between my dreams and me. Now, I found myself facing the harsh

ttering revelation-she was pregnant, and she boldly cl

ntensified when David, with the weight of his family's expectations on his

instincts and the unsettling realization that my

he charade. After all, we had spent two years together, and you'd think

amenting about the treacherous nature of my

ts and went ahead with his decision to marry my scheming half-sister. I even beg

and mother. David was the one person who had consistently been there for me, the one who had illuminated my path

rift to form between us. Slowly, the realization began to dawn upon me t

stepsister, the girl I had grown up with and who

ning armor, my everything. And now he was slipping

bank account, but at least I wasn't a brunette bimbo like my sister, who was t

ing b

about my own sister; she was onl

ng, where I had to endure the sight of my sister's triumphant s

heir way to the dining area to join Daisy and David in a celebration of joyous en

s I going to go? On the streets without a dime to

napped, her voice seething with anger. "You're going to put a damn smile on your stupid face for y

e. It was only my stepfather's intervention, his hand gently bu

th a visible handprint on her face, would we? We all know the wedding would be far more enjoyable with

bitterness and determination. "But we'll deal with her differ

h my father, but he shattered her heart wh

I unknowingly became the embodiment of her resentment. Sometimes, I pondered why sh

It was about a year later when my mother crossed paths wi

t Daisy, my stepsister, proved to be a glimmer of hope in the beginning. In fact, she

her father and mother, who both despised my existence, Dai

the dining hall. I took the seat at the far back of the room

epfather, who sat proudly at the forefront of the room. The stark contrast between t

toast," my sister chimed, her voice filled with happin

ow identical it was to the one that I had sketched. I c

p at his now-future wife with admiration, and it was in that mo

regnant!" Daisy beamed; her announcement met wi

y chest was constricted with pain, and I couldn't help b

le, David and I have decided to name our baby Ruella as a tribute to her." As her words washed over me, I

me Rue Bamford, and Rue essentially mea

triumphant smirk on her face, and the a

x of emotions that overwhelmed my senses. The room felt as i

to whisper, my voice tremb