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.
Eventually, they found me curled up asleep in the bushes outside the bar. Daniel knelt beside me, his face dark. He asked why I'd wandered off alone, as I was still half asleep. Rubbing my cheek against his, I mumbled,
I just wanted to see you sooner. After that, he practically stopped going to bars. Everyone in Baycreece Underworld knew that the Morgan heir didn't stay out late, didn't go to parties, and steered clear of the nightlife scene,
all because he had a sister waiting for him at home. Meanwhile, with my adoptive parents always taking my side, I became more demanding of Daniel with every passing year. While catering to my every need, he'd grit his teeth and mutter under his breath.
Sarah, if you weren't my sister, I'd have kicked you out already. Back then, I never took it seriously. I kept bossing him around, never knowing when to stop. Until the day I knocked the folder off the coffee table.
Even after seeing the DNA report, I refused to believe it and secretly arranged another test. But when I held the new results in my hands, there was no room left for doubt. I wasn't biologically related to Victor Morgan or Isabella Morgan.
I sat in the DNA testing lab, staring at the paper, and couldn't stop thinking of what Daniel had always said. If you weren't my little sister, but I really wasn't, would he still put up with my attitude? Would I be kicked out? Would things change? No more indulgence, no more compromises, no more midnight trips home just to get me to