My Betraying Fiancée Is My Sister
Language: en
The night we were both poisoned, the first dose of the antidote went up for auction at an underground gala. In a move of reckless devotion, Cassie Beaumont placed a “blank-check bid”—the kind of high-stakes power move that signaled to everyone in the room that she would pay any price to win. Everyone whispered that she did it for me. “Obviously, she’s saving Ben,” they murmured. “She worships the ground he walks on.” But under the cold glare of the chandeliers, Cassie didn’t even look my way. Instead, she took the vial, tilted back Damian Cole’s head, and pressed her lips to his, forcing…