The Stolen Sapphire: His Fake Girlfriend

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ate!" she scream

izing the chaos if not the

p roared up the long driveway,

oor open. She jumped out, her boots hitting the pavement hard. He

out from the shad

na

t hair, the face of a tortured poet that had

shoulders. His

. "Whose bastard is it, Belle? Did yo

he world spinning. The smell of his cologne-the on

nds off me,"

me! Flo

you are a pathetic

hand, his face tw

ac

utiful, solid sound. Jonas stumbled back, tripping o

epping in front of Belle, "and you'

t up. She turned and ran up the step

lilies and furniture

med. Her voice echoed

time. She knew exactly where her sister would be. The ma

e handle. She kicked it. The lock splintered.

f the full-length mirror. She

sapphire

elle burst in. "You

hree strides. She was a whi

ce with her hands. "Daddy gave i

e," Belle

in. She didn't uncl

etal scraped against Aryana's

na shrieked, lunging at

aised her hand and slapp

s sharp, lou

cheek, her eyes wide with shock.

She clutched the necklace in her fis

dangerous. "I saw you in the bathroom this morning on Instagram.

ed. Her face went fro

y before the ring was even on your finger," Belle hissed, "you wil

from her eyes, but she didn't

klace around her own neck. The cold metal

, sis," Belle sai