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voice was soft, a carefully measured sweetne

gaze fixed on the dark sea, where the faint, lingeri

," she replied

e t-shirt, her loose hair framing her delicate features. Even in the dim l

te and curvy, with lilac eyes and long, dark wavy hair. Dyana had inherited their fath

t on the inside, too. She, for one, had never co

r hands on the back of the wrought

e in a week and left with that scary bodyguard," she said, her expression twisting i

She had no desire to prolong this conversation. Just

g, she pulled out the chair and sat down. "It's just that... I keep thinking ab

n this island," Lysandra countered softly,

nd she couldn't fathom why Dyana wa

ouble-edged sword. If it were true, she was a fully aware enemy. If not

retained memories of her past life, that she already

able to grab her sister's hands. Lysandra had to

exact same hands driving a dagger into her stomach. Hot, acrid bile rose in

tears welled in her eyes. "There's something I nee

ation, Lysandra thought, her emo

he asked, forcing her v

s for the inheritance." Dyana lowered her gaze, playing the picture of shame and embarrassment. "You know how this h

Those golden eyes, wide and innocent

used to wring pity from Lysandra. In her previous life, that loo

Lysandra's spine, as though she were

ilence as Dyana continued her

the factory, and indirectly, all of this." She made a sweeping gesture that enc

mirable captain, but at the end of the day, he's on a salary. My life wil

rts of her past life in the Montclair mansion, because here in the Dubois

heritance," Dyana urged. "If you ask Dad, he'll agree to it. He would do anything for you. That way, we

e effect of what Dyana intended. Instead of being moved to tears like she

nheritance-after all, Dyana was the millionaire's wife back then-but she had guilt-tripped Lysandra in

the actual business that sustained the island and their family. She never showed up fo

eps me locked up in that house on the

Logan himself had only visited th

nted the responsibility. She only wanted the power, the stat

e. She wouldn't surrender a single measly share she was entitled

her face right now?

f that the old Lysandra was gone. Unless this was just a test-Dyana dipping

who had murdered her, or just the same spoiled, insecure sister she had grown up with. One wrong

hat she h

move... You caught me by surprise..." she murmured, lowering her gaze to her inte

Lysandra's hands tighter. "Think about it. Think about what would be

, tired smile. "I'll th

e clearly interpreted the hesitation as weakness-proof that the

ms around Lysandra in a tight hug. "You have no

igid for a split second. Operating purely on autopilot, she rai

, Dyana pulled back and joyfu

d! Well, I'll leave you to your tho

ead, Dyana disappeared back inside the house,

reath, filling her lungs with the salty sea air. She desperately needed to scrub her sister's cloyi

, she had claimed Hunter; now, she w

y go after the Montclair fortune, leaving a trail of bodies-namely Logan

he inheritance would satisfy Dyana's bottomless ambiti

ught of him touching her again. But the rest would remain hers-including th

to seduce Logan's heart-and tame the beast sheltered within him-had to