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Rachel didn’t get back to home until nearly dawn.
Deciding to leave had only taken a second. But walking away from over twenty years of
memories? That wasn’t something she could just flip off like a switch.
She wasn’t that strong–not yet.
Which is why, in the two weeks before her flight, she planned to avoid Aaron as much as
possible. Just to make sure she wouldn’t change her mind.
When she stepped into the house, the place was pitch black.
She didn’t bother turning on the lights. Her body ached with exhaustion as she quietly
made her way toward the stairs.
But before she could reach her room, a voice stopped her from the living room.
“Rachel.”
She turned and spotted a figure lounging on the couch.
Sierra.
“Need something?” Rachel asked flatly.
Sierra was draped across the arm of the sofa in a black lace camisole, her posture deliberately relaxed, seductive even. Her lips curled into a soft smile. “Aaron picked this one out for me. Do you like it?”
As she slowly sat up, the dim light caught the red marks scattered across her collarbone
and waist–faint but unmistakable, made more striking against the sheer black fabric.
She touched one of the marks on her neck and let out a syrupy little wince. “Ow… your
brother has terrible taste in wedding gowns, but he sure knows how to pick out lingerie. He said seeing me in this nearly drove him insane.”
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Sierra with cool detachment, then gave her a cold, amused smile.
“Sierra,” she said dryly, “dial it back. You’re starting to reek.”
Sierra blinked innocently. “Reek of what?”
Rachel tilted her head. “Desperation. And something else. Starts with an S.”
Sierra let out a delighted little laugh. “Slutty, you mean? Can’t help it–your brother loves it when I’m like this. The second he got home, he all but begged me to change into
this. And then…”
“I don’t need the play–by–play,” Rachel cut in. “Spare me.”
“Whether you want to hear it or not, it’s still the truth,” Sierra said, voice coated in sugar. “He’s obsessed with my body, Rachel. Whatever history you two have? Doesn’t
matter. At the end of the day, men always choose what turns them on.”
Rachel turned to leave. “You’ve had your moment. I’m not sticking around for the
encore.”
But Sierra wasn’t done. She jumped up, lifting the hem of her lace slip as she followed after her. “Oh come on, don’t walk away yet. You didn’t get a good look, did you? The
marks he left? They’re all over—”
She reached for Rachel’s arm.
Rachel yanked away instinctively, nausea crawling up her throat. “Don’t touch me.”
At that exact moment, Aaron stepped out of the bedroom, a glass of milk still in hand.
His brows lifted. “What’s going on out here?”
Rachel opened her mouth to speak–but Sierra was faster.
She spun toward him, flashing Rachel one last look.
A smirk.
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And then–scream.
“Ahhh
Rachel barely processed it before Sierra stumbled backward and fell straight down the
stairs.
“Sierra!” Aaron dropped the glass and rushed over, catching her just as she hit the last
step.
He pulled her into his arms, cradling her like something fragile.
“Are you okay?”
Sierra looked up at him, breath shaky, lips trembling. “I’m fine. Just… don’t blame Rachel. It wasn’t on purpose.”
Aaron’s head snapped toward Rachel, eyes blazing with something between disbelief and anger.
“Rachel. I don’t care how much you hate her–pushing someone down the stairs? Are you out of your mind? Do you have any idea how dangerous that was?!”
His voice softened the second he looked back at Sierra, his expression laced with worry.
“Let’s get you back to the room,” he murmured. “I need to check you for injuries.”
Sierra flushed and buried her face against his chest. “Maybe we shouldn’t be so affectionate in front of Rachel from now on. It’s only natural for a sister to feel
possessive… You were hers for so long, and now there’s me. I can’t imagine how hard
that must be for her.”
Aaron’s jaw tightened. “She’ll have to get used to it.”
He stood, lifting Sierra easily into his arms.
As he carried her back to their room, Sierra peeked over his shoulder–and flashed Rachel a smug little V for victory.
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Rachel stood frozen in place, her chest hollow.
This house didn’t feel like home anymore.
It felt like a place where she no longer belonged.
Sierra hadn’t just taken Aaron.
She’d torn her world apart and danced on the ruins.
Rachel couldn’t understand it.
How could Aaron fall for someone like her? Did Sierra hit the point?
Was it really just about lust? About who made his blood boil?
Rachel didn’t know. And at this point, she didn’t want to.
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