He Chose His Adopted Sister

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he glass, but my fingertips

y thorns, a dull pain

m. "Darling, don't worry. It

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the center of a couch,

was Bianca, the sist

ess, her hair spilling

her body swaying slightly, her

es, the sight made

waist, as if to push her aw

eered. "You chose dare,

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through my vein

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the phone, as if Carl

eeking of alcohol and, f

ing his mind. "Elizabeth

hat you think. We're playing tru

o save her? Why

nse. Carl came running to me like his life depended on it. I already scolded him. Is your surgery done? He only ju

t listen

ten to her, Elizabeth. I care ab

his face and spoke softly. "She w

ou know Bianca's just my sister. We grew up together. What's wrong with

lov

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during my

d to check on me

getting cozy with his so

of 'close' something I don't understand, or are you fooling yourself?"

to control you? We all know Bianca's just your sister. How can she accuse h

antly. "Elizabeth, you shouldn't question m

ready aching wound f

itude hurt

ith sadness but trying to soothe me. "Carl and his sister have