Trapped By My Fiancée's Crazy Sister

Chapter 3

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tted her hand away as if it were

nsane? I won't give you an hour!" he s

ve a small, unconcerned laugh. "It seems

und and strode toward

n Kingsley's gut. "What are

ushed it open just wide enough for a person to slip through. A blast

bed onto the ledge, her slender body si

a few feet away, terrified that any su

her voice thin against the wind b

tched out into the open air like a fragile butterfly. "I hav

Ramsey family's younger daughter and her struggles

his!" He tried to keep his voice steady, bu

her you agree to my terms, or you watch me become a stain on the pavement. For the rest of y

way? They can't. They can't erase the judgment in peop

tine reputation. He couldn't imagine his name be

amily-everything

nderstand what kind of obsession would

, carried on the high-altitude wind, it sounded les

he police? That would only make it a bigger spectac

adwoman had pushed him in

forehead. He could see Gretta's thin body trembling slight

s a raw scrape from h

lit up, but sh

that kind of patience," Kingsley said,

at her. "One month. T

eeming to weigh the s

e. One month." She knew not to push t

ey held out his hand, h

a triumphant smile touched her lips. She sl

the smooth metal frame. It was a calculated move-she had planned this moment to

thought, he surged forward, his hand clampin

planted his feet, using every ounce of his str

cold. Kingsley could feel his own heart hammering

bling from the effort, and roare

rful, steady rhythm of his heart. A secret, satis

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Trapped By My Fiancée's Crazy Sister

Yi Xiaoxin Romance

“My sister Carmelita was the family's radiant princess, about to marry Wall Street emperor Kingsley Sterling. I was just Gretta, the mentally unstable, disgraced younger sister. But no one knew the truth behind my ruined reputation. Years ago, Carmelita meticulously crafted rumors to paint me as a shameless outcast. When my baby boy was dying of a severe fever, I knelt in our family's gravel driveway in the freezing rain, desperately begging for help. She just smiled in her custom charity gala gown, looking down at me with utter disgust. "They won't see you. You're an embarrassment." She shut the heavy oak door, leaving my son to grow cold and take his last breath in my arms. She even blamed our grandmother's fatal heart attack on the scandal she herself had created. I was entirely abandoned by my parents, left with nothing but faded scars on my wrists, while she enjoyed her flawless life. Why did my innocent child have to pay for her cruel vanity? Why did she get the perfect fairytale ending while I was forced to live as a hollow ghost? The weak woman she destroyed died on that driveway. Before my grandmother passed, I promised her I would take everything back. So, I slipped into Kingsley's penthouse, spiked his whiskey, and pressed record on a hidden camera. When the mighty CEO woke up naked next to me in a panic, I handed him a contract. "For the next month, you belong to me, and you will not touch Carmelita without my permission."”