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.
His words made my heart sink. Even so, I forced a smile and nodded. Daniel still stuck to his rule of being home by 9.30. But when he came home on time, I was no longer there to greet him.
The estate was always quiet. I was either upstairs in my room or out somewhere. I knew sometimes he'd stop at the foyer as if waiting for me to run out and greet him like I used But I didn't. Not long after, the new test results arrived.
There it was in black and white. I wasn't biologically related to Victor Morgan or Isabella Morgan. I locked the report away in the back of my drawer. Now that I knew the truth, I had even less reason to cling to Daniel the way I used to. For years, I'd taken his indulgence, favor, and patience for
granted because I believed I was his sister. Suddenly, I had no right to demand any of it. I tried my best not to cause anyone trouble. I'd no longer call to ask when he'd be home. When other women approached him, I wouldn't step in anymore. Even if I stayed up waiting for him, him. I'd simply go back to my room once he came back. I never pretended to have low
sugar or gave him the silent treatment to get his attention again. But Daniel could tell there was something off about this sudden change. He couldn't figure out what had gotten into me. He tried bringing home my favorite strawberry cake, but all I did was thank him politely. I didn't rush over to him, bright-eyed, like I used to. He even tested me
he was expecting me to lock him out, give him the cold shoulder, but nothing The butler told him I'd gone straight upstairs to read after dinner. Sarah, are you upset with me? Did I do something wrong?