Trapped By My Fiancée's Crazy Sister

Chapter 5

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eling of profound disgust and humiliation. The moment he stepped

brow furrowed as he took in the cramped

aid with a smile. Then, with a sudd

nding on the soft mattress. Before he could recover, she was

d, trying to buck her off, but her

p against his ear. "Don't move, brother-i

rt. A playful, wicked smile danced on her lips. Kingsley f

harp, impatient knocks e

know you're in there

drained from his face. He never would

of genuine excitement lit up her eyes. This wa

inger to his lips. Instead of getting up, she pre

to throw her off, but the fear of making a noise paral

s door right now, I'm calling Mom and

, flushing with a convincing mix of panic and lingering p

ut, her voice shaky and breathle

door but her eyes locked on Kingsley in a brazen c

, making him feel the pressure, and watched wit

ime for this!" Carmelita

ngsley. Then she scrambled off him and quick

irt, making sure it looked sufficiently di

rming into the apartment like she owned it. "What we

. I was sleeping," Gretta m

, messy hair, and rumpled clothes. Her expression filled wi

traight towar

sharp click of Carmelita's heels approaching, a sound that w

ure of panic on her face, as if ter

g but a lump under the covers and Gretta sta

her mind that someone could be hiding under the blanket; she sim

u answer? The housekeeper said you haven't

was on silent,"

room one last time, finding

ce, so close, while he hid like a cheap, back-alley lov

and come with me," Carmeli

Kingsley knew that as long as he was in th

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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."”