The Wrong Heiress; White Lotus Lies

smoke curled through the air, mingling with the scent of expensive perfume and aged wine. In the corner booth, Aria sat with perfect poise, her gow

hough she had been back in her parents' lives for months now, she still felt like a guest wandering through a world

elt away suspicion, tender enough to mask the venom brewing bene

at every step she took was leading h

quivered, her expression painted in pitiful innocence. "I never meant to steal Damian from you. It's just... we've known each other since childhood, and I love him. I know he's suppos

eadable, though her clenched

napped as a baby and sold into an illegal adoption ring, her disappearance had devastated her parents. Margaret, heartbroken, had nearl

"None of this was your fault. You're my sister, and I've thought of yo

ened, and she reach

t Julian had returned. Aria had erupted in fury, her words lashing like whips. Yet today, she had invited Julian to a club, claiming

said, lips curving in a sad, noble smile that disguised her ma

b, and handed one to Julian. "I've always wanted us to live happily. I know I'

you, sis," she murmured, raising it to her lips. Th

rpened as she wa

dizziness crashing over her like a wave. Her smile fal

sister... one thing I despise most about you is how eas

trembling as the strengt

he shadows. "You came out of nowhere to steal Mum and Dad's love. But they

way, hitting the fl

with feigned tenderness. "From tonight, dear sister, everything goes

ifted her chin, and

a shadowed figur

ls clicking against the floor. The man she had summoned ste

her," Aria o

hing, and no amount of struggling loosened it. She tried to wrench f

dull thrum. With one shove, he pushed her into a side room and slammed the d

ad pounded, every nerve screaming with heat. She pinched her arm, slapped

's schemes again," she whis

ival instinct dragging her forward. Step by dra

he door handle. She twisted it despe

r her breath, shoving her

er will. She stumbled backward, crashing onto the cold floor. The last thing s

else in th

group of men gathered in a secluded corner of the club. Laughter and drunken ch

men who did not b

id with a sigh. "You even cut Mr. Pascal's daughter's finger just because she tried tou

ckered constantly, scanning the crowd. But there was something w

is, right?" His voi

nd me to Africa if I didn't make you sleep with someone tonight. S

orcing himself upright though his body betrayed hi

ks of color. Every breath felt like fire, every heartbeat hammering against his ribs. The drug was con

ht in the cold wash of the club's blue lights-as his