Stolen Wedding Reclaimed Crown
Language: en
The day Talia’s biological mother abandoned her on the curb like yesterday's trash, I gripped her cold, trembling fingers and looked up at my mother. "I want her," I pleaded. "Let her be my sister." Just like that, my parents became her parents. My bedroom became our bedroom. Whenever she shrank back in fear, I threw the punches for her. Whenever her self-worth crumbled, I stepped aside and handed her everything good that came my way. Years later, when I fell in love with Enoch, the two of them were like oil and water. "Can’t you ever just live your own life?" Enoch would snap,…