The Second Choice
Language: en
Everyone said I was the lucky one who picked up the engagement my sister didn't want. No matter how much I flirted, Liam Sterling, with his prayer beads always in hand, wouldn't even touch the hem of my dress. Until that night, I saw him kneeling by Sofia's hospital bed with my own eyes. He took my comatose sister's hand and pressed it against his burning desire, his voice hoarse. "Sofia, I only agreed to marry your sister so I could come see you every day." The next day, I tore up the engagement contract. "I'm not marrying Liam Sterling. I'm going to marry Adrian Cross." My mother…