To make sure my sister married my fiancé, my family planned everything. The night before the wedding, I was tortured by two asholes for three hours. My father raged, swearing revenge. My doctor brother promised to help me recover. But lying in the ER, I heard my brother whisper to my father— “Dad, wasn’t it too cruel to let those bastards do this to Grace?” Reed paused before replying quietly, “I didn’t expect them to go that far. But this works. Anotnio won’t accept her anymore so that Nicole can take her place.” I closed my eyes in despair. Fine. If that’s how they want to play it, I won’t hold back.
