You Are Mine Little Sister (by Syra Tucker) novel Chapter 150

She wore white. A dress that pooled so long it devoured her toes, the kind that made her look like she floated rather than walked. Yellow heels peeked from beneath the hem, matching the bright shine of her MK bag.

She looked beautiful. God, she always looked beautiful. Elegant, polished, untouchable. The kind of beauty that mocked you for daring to breathe in her presence.

Her heels clicked rhythmically against the floor, like a clock ticking down the seconds of my life, each one dragging her closer.

"Zerali." Her voice was soft, exactly like the first time. "How have you been?"

I almost laughed. How have I been? How dare she ask that when she was the very reason I was rotting here?

Her gaze wandered again, tracing my body, and this time the faint flicker of surprise didn't escape me. Six weeks ago, when she'd last graced me with her presence, my body had still been mostly intact. Now, there was a bandaid on the side of my head and cuts decorating my skin—courtesy of my time with the Ash Twins the previous night.

"Don't look so good," she mumbled, like she didn't want me to hear that part. "Anyway, I came to say goodbye. Heard from Blayne that you're being rented out to certain boys. That means you'll be gone for two years. I don't guarantee we'll see each other then."

She knew of it.

I hated this woman. She was the reason the Torturer was dead. The reason I ended up in this pathetic prison. I wanted to spit in her face, curse her name. But today, I couldn't afford hate.

Without hesitation, I dropped to my knees. The floor bit into them, but I crawled forward anyway. Her eyes widened in shock, the queen startled by a beggar.

"Please. I need to get out of here. The men that want me... they'll kill me in three months. Maybe less. They're violent, merciless and psychopaths." Tears blurred my vision. "Blayne won't listen to me. He's hell bent on handing me over. He doesn't want to understand how hopeless it is for me."

I swiped at my tears. "Please. Don't let him give me out. I can stay here. I—I can work here for as long as you all want, but I can't be with them."

Seconds stretched. She stared down at me, surprise flickering in her eyes before curdling into curiosity.

"Violent, merciless, psychopaths," she echoed back at me with a scoff. "Your boyfriend was the factory where they're made. He raped you, you know? Broke you until you surrendered and called it love. He killed people for merely looking at you." Her gaze hardened to black stone. "He murdered my Grayson just because he attempted to touch his golden woman."

My stomach sank, dragging my eyes down to the floor with it.

The sharp staccato of her heels broke the silence as she moved across the room, stopping at the tall window. Light washed over her figure as she gazed outside. Her shoulders sagged.

"Grayson was my world. He wasn't perfect, but he meant everything to me. I was born into a family filled with silver spoons, you know?" I caught the tiny change in her tone. "Except mine was snatched straight out of my mouth. I was the bastard. The child from the 'other woman.'" She shook her head. "I lost my mother at the age of five and had to depend on those snakes to cater for me. They turned me into a slave, and my father, he just never cared."

Her hand tightened around the strap of her bag. "They forced me to live in the dark. To become the girl who swallowed her words, who bowed her head, who watched everything she also deserved poured into the lap of her bratty sister." She huffed. "Like she deserved any better."

She tilted to face me. "Every man in my life only ever saw me as a tool. Until my husband. He saved me, gave me wealth, fame, power." She nodded once. "I owe him my life. But Grayson... He showed me the true meaning of love."

My brows furrowed. How could she love another if her husband had been good to her?

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