Trapped By My Fiancée's Crazy Sister

Chapter 6

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et dressed!" Carmelita snapped,

nd shuffled toward the closet,

tapping her foot on the floor. Her eyes

ged on something on the

ue, exquisitely made silk tie. The very one Gretta had ripped

ed. He could feel Carmelita's presence rig

color drained from her face. She stopped he

tie, her eyes narrowing like a preda

mered, looking like a t

ive scent of Kingsley's signature cologne still clung to

ess men. Kingsley was a star in the heavens. It

yfriend..." Gretta finally managed

ping with ridicule. "You mean the one you're hiding in

as e

ita, Kingsley had silently rolled off the far side o

entarily confused, then felt a surge of irr

etta's terrified expression, her suspicion d

e insult. "Your taste is garbage. Only the kind o

p luxury brand, hand-picked by Ki

. The humiliation was absolute. He, Kingsley Sterl

s clenched so tightly his

ed to attend the family's charity gala next week," C

a normal Ramsey in public, not a lu

y under the bed. For the first time, he was getting a direct

down, accepting the

ter's submission, Carm

n't embarrass me or the family,"

he press gets a single photo, Mom and Da

ked out of the room

e front door slam shut. Only then

side of the bed an

nsive suit covered in dust, hi

he tie Carmelita had thrown on the floor, an

e smile playing on her lips. "Ar

burning with black fire, as if

his eyes were filled not just with anger, but with a chil

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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."”