A young woman finds herself drawn to another man, unaware that the possessive mafia figure who raised her as a brother is watching every move. As his jealousy surfaces, the line between family loyalty and forbidden desire begins to blur, and the man who swore to protect her may be the one she can't escape.
Before I found out I wasn't Daniel's biological sister, I was his absolute biggest At 10, I stole his keys and pens from his study, then blocked the door and begged him to take me for a walk. At 15, I stopped any girl from approaching him and gave him the silent treatment until he put his dinner plans on hold to make it up to me. At 20, I stayed up pretending dizzy from low blood sugar, waiting for him to come home to accompany me.
Whenever our parents were away, he'd be my playmate and take care of me. Daniel, the mafia boss, could do nothing but pinch the bridge of his nose and say, Sarah, if you weren't my little sister, I'd never put up with that attitude of yours. Back then, I paid it no mind, because I was his sister.
That was my trump card. Until one day, I saw a folder sitting on the coffee table. The front page was a DNA paternity test report. That was when I knew I wasn't a Morgan.
Since then, I stopped clinging to Daniel and no longer cared who he hung out with. At first, he laughed. You've been such an angel lately. Three months later, his biological sister, Catherine, came back to the Morgan family.
I didn't cry or make a scene. I simply told them I wanted to go back to my biological parents. That night, Daniel sat alone in his study, his face deathly pale as he drank whiskey until If you can't bear the thought of losing her, marry her?
I'm not an animal. Then do you vow to spend the rest of your life with her? In good times and bad? In sickness and in health? to love and to cherish until death do you part.
That was the plan anyway.