Loving My Living Ghost
Language: en
In my previous life, I took a blade for my stepsister, Cassie, three times. The first time, she was kidnapped by one of her father's ruthless business rivals. I traded my own safety to give her a window to escape, earning a jagged, permanent scar that stretched across my shoulder blades. She didn't even look at the bandages when I got home. She just shrugged and said, "You got lucky." The second time, her hot-tempered fiancé threw a heavy crystal decanter at her during a public argument. I lunged in front of her, my cheek and neck shredded by flying shards. She looked at the blood on my…