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Chapter 8 The Three Meet img
Chapter 9 Hang up the call img
Chapter 10 Knock on the Door in the Dead of Night img
Chapter 11 Restroom img
Chapter 12 A glaring hickey img
Chapter 13 Marriage Deception img
Chapter 14 The Secret in the Safe img
Chapter 15 The Lives of Others img
Chapter 16 Sports Car Crisis img
Chapter 17 Extreme Hide-and-Seek img
Chapter 18 Burst water pipe img
Chapter 19 Inviolable Refusal img
Chapter 20 The Stand-in for the White Moonlight img
Chapter 21 Revenge Awakened in the Shadows img
Chapter 22 slap img
Chapter 23 Migraine img
Chapter 24 Explain this img
Chapter 25 A perfect alternative img
Chapter 26 He wanted the chase img
Chapter 27 The Chain Trap of Hostile Takeovers img
Chapter 28 I heard every word img
Chapter 29 I love you more than my family img
Chapter 30 You stay away from her img
Chapter 31 High-profile pursuit img
Chapter 32 Stalking at night img
Chapter 33 A martini img
Chapter 34 The Deadly Secret in the Paper Shredder img
Chapter 35 A cruel decision img
Chapter 36 Claudius's wife img
Chapter 37 A Humiliating Marriage Alliance img
Chapter 38 Aborted surgery img
Chapter 39 The lie is exposed img
Chapter 40 40 img
Chapter 41 The Tyrant's Compromise img
Chapter 42 Serial Deadly Calls img
Chapter 43 The Awakening of Motherhood img
Chapter 44 Urging the Marriage Alliance img
Chapter 45 Rear-ended Porsche img
Chapter 46 We have a deal img
Chapter 47 Another ambitious img
Chapter 48 Highest-Privilege Access Card img
Chapter 49 False Peace img
Chapter 50 Vulnerabilities of the firewall img
Chapter 51 I have no patience for dessert img
Chapter 52 The Truth About the Obsidian Club img
Chapter 53 A revenge tool img
Chapter 54 Corina's Birthday Password img
Chapter 55 Incomplete download img
Chapter 56 Caring for patients img
Chapter 57 The Pre-nuptial Agreement Bait img
Chapter 58 Warmth by the Sickbed img
Chapter 59 Tears in the Stairwell img
Chapter 60 Long Island motorcycle track img
Chapter 61 The Ghost of Long Island Night img
Chapter 62 Another victory nine years later img
Chapter 63 Wanted Poster for the Tyrant img
Chapter 64 Ami's Perfect Misdirection img
Chapter 65 Copy completed img
Chapter 66 Black Swan img
Chapter 67 The Bond of Blood img
Chapter 68 Nine Years of Obsession img
Chapter 69 You're a masochist at heart img
Chapter 70 Rough kiss img
Chapter 71 You must never lie to me img
Chapter 72 fiancée img
Chapter 73 On the Edge of Life and Death img
Chapter 74 Strategic marriage img
Chapter 75 Roof Confrontation img
Chapter 76 Suspicion Arises img
Chapter 77 Amy's Lie img
Chapter 78 Street Drama img
Chapter 79 Search and Clues img
Chapter 80 As you wish, Miss Powell img
Chapter 81 As long as I'm with you img
Chapter 82 eavesdropping device img
Chapter 83 The truth img
Chapter 84 Full of dangers img
Chapter 85 Psychological Front img
Chapter 86 Swap img
Chapter 87 Moved to the Recycle Bin img
Chapter 88 Perfect escape img
Chapter 89 Give me seventeen minutes img
Chapter 90 Unexpected Turn of Events img
Chapter 91 Overture to Escape img
Chapter 92 Complete cutting img
Chapter 93 This is the armor I need img
Chapter 94 Strategic Alliance img
Chapter 95 Claudius's Obsessive Madness img
Chapter 96 Nothing img
Chapter 97 Cloud Backup Threat img
Chapter 98 Detecting Lies img
Chapter 99 Do not surrender to that monster img
Chapter 100 She has already arrived img
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Loves My Sister, Married To Me

Author: CAMILLE BERRY
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Chapter 1 Malicious Whispers

The Hampton breeze carried salt and dying summer heat through the canvas walls of the luxury tent.

Charlie Powell sat alone in an Adirondack chair by the fire pit, stirring her lukewarm hot cocoa with a bamboo stick. The marshmallows had dissolved into a sticky film on the surface. She checked her watch. Claudius had been gone for two hours, off to what he'd called "an urgent call with his partners" from the city.

Her iPhone sat on her knee, face down.

The screen lit up.

A chime pierced the crackling of dying embers.

Charlie picked up her phone. Unknown number. iMessage. No text-just a thumbnail image.

She tapped it.

The screen expanded to reveal a scanned document. It looked official, bearing a county seal in the corner. She squinted against the dim firelight and leaned in closer.

Clark County, Nevada.

Marriage Certificate

Her thumb stopped scrolling.

Groom: Claudius Buchanan.

Bride: Vivianne Mercer.

Charlie's breath caught. She read it again. The names hadn't changed. But the date was worse.

One year ago.

Three months before he'd rented Rockefeller Center-the ice rink, one thousand white roses. That proposal wasn't really a proposal; he'd simply knelt in the snow, called her his forever, and slid a ring onto her finger-one she'd believed meant something.

Her stomach churned.

Hot cocoa spilled onto her silk dress. She didn't feel it. Her hands trembled so violently that she had to grip her phone with both thumbs to steady the image. She zoomed in on the seal-on the signature-on those raised embossings, catching the light like a scar.

It's real.

This is real.

A wave of nausea rose in her throat. She swallowed it down, tasting the metallic tang of copper. Her fingers twitched across the screen, scrolling, zooming, searching for any misaligned pixels, for the telltale blurring of Photoshop tampering.

Nothing.

Footsteps crunched on gravel.

Male laughter, loud and loose with bourbon.

Charlie's head snapped up. Two figures emerged from the tree line, silhouetted against the distant glow of the main house. She knew those voices. Kael Erickson's braying drawl. Burk Bennett's smoker's rasp.

Claudius's inner circle.

Her body moved before her brain caught up. She slid from the chair, bare feet silent on the cool grass, and pressed herself into the thick shadow of an ancient oak. The bark scraped her shoulder blades through the thin silk.

The men stopped ten feet away.

Kael raised a crystal tumbler, amber liquid catching the firelight. "Claudius is still playing house with that Powell girl," he said, and laughed. "Poor bastard's been at it for a year."

Burk exhaled cigar smoke, a gray cloud drifting toward Charlie's hiding place. "Small price," he said. "You know why he's doing it."

"Corina." Kael's voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper that carried perfectly in the still air. "Two years she humiliated him. Threw that pink diamond in the champagne tower. Called him-what was it?"

"Trash with a trust fund." Burk chuckled. "So he takes the little sister. Fucks her stupid. Makes her fall in love." He flicked ash into the fire pit. "Poetic, really."

Charlie bit her lower lip. Hard. Blood bloomed against her tongue, metallic and warm.

"Speaking of," Kael said, lowering his voice further. "Heard a rumor from the Hamptons set. Charlie's been sick in the mornings."

Burk's laugh turned ugly. "Don't worry. He's got it handled. That clinic on 73rd? The one his cousin runs? One phone call. Perfect little accident. She'll never even know she was pregnant."

The world tilted.

Charlie's back slid down the oak trunk until she crouched in the dirt, knees drawn to her chest. Her hands found her stomach, still flat, still secret. The night air turned to ice water in her lungs.

She remembered last night. Claudius's mouth on her abdomen, whispering about the future. His palm spread wide and possessive. The tenderness that had made her cry.

Now it made her want to scream.

A dry branch snapped beneath her heel.

The sound cracked like a gunshot.

Kael's head whipped toward the oak. His eyes narrowed, scanning the darkness. "You hear that?"

Charlie stopped breathing. Her pulse hammered in her ears so loud she was sure they could hear it. She pressed her hands harder against her belly, as if she could shield what might be growing there.

A cat shrieked from the underbrush.

Kael jumped. Burk cursed. "Fucking strays," he muttered. "Come on. Claudius is waiting."

They moved off, voices fading toward the main house.

Charlie didn't move for sixty seconds. She felt a scream clawing its way up her throat and swallowed it down, the effort making her eyes water. Her body wanted to collapse, to curl into a ball and weep until she was empty. But a cold, sharp thought cut through the panic: the baby. Her baby. The one they were talking about like a problem to be erased. The thought was a shard of ice in her gut, clearing the fog of terror. Then her lungs remembered how to work, and she gasped, sucking in air that tasted of smoke and her own terror. Sweat soaked through her dress, cold against her spine.

            
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