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Mellan held my arm as I prepared to leave the house. Her big eyes twinkled with excitement, but there was also a hint of pleading in them—a look that had always managed to make me give in ever since we were kids."You can't leave," she said in her typical spoiled tone. "You have to stay home tonight, Maya. It's been too long since we were last together. Please?"I took a breath, trying to muster a convincing reason. "I don't want to be a bother," I replied softly, but Mellan shook her head."Don't be stupid. You've never been a bother. This house is yours too," she said.Before I could object again, Mom approached with graceful steps and a cold smile that had never changed. She stood beside Mellan, her gaze fixed on me."Maya," her voice full of a calmness that masked something much colder. "Your bedroom has long been used as a warehouse. You haven't been back since you were twenty, so I didn't think it was worth leaving it empty."Her words hit me like a gentle slap, but I stood my g
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I stood in front of the large mirror of the hotel room, brushing my hair slowly. The casual dress I'd chosen was a cream-colored one with a slight floral pattern lightly on my body, giving me a sense of comfort and elegance. At the very least, I wanted to look presentable enough to accompany Mellan, even though my mind was still full of images of last night.This city always feels foreign to me whenever I return. Other than for movie promotion purposes, I was rarely actually here. It was like walking among old memories that kept lurking on street corners. But today, I tried not to think about it. Mellan was waiting for me, and I wanted today to be a day where I could forget everything, at least for a while.After tidying myself up, I waited in the hotel lobby with a warm cup of coffee. I glanced at my watch. Mellan was already ten minutes late. That was not too surprising, considering how often she was preoccupied with small details.The glass door to the lobby opened, and I quickly l
Last Updated : 2025-01-27Stealing My Sister's Fiancee X
Aaric carried Mellan's shopping bags with ease. I walked beside him, trying to ignore the fact that I was now alone with him, without Mellan as a shield.The New York air was quite cool, with a gentle fall breeze whipping the ends of my hair as we exited the boutique. My pace was quick, eager to get this over with, but Aaric remained relaxed. Surely, he was enjoying the situation to the fullest.Amidst the hustle and bustle of the sidewalk filled with hurried steps, Aaric's presence felt like a magnet. His tall, confident figure and undeniable charisma attracted the silent stares of passers-by. I felt their eyes momentarily fixed on us, making my chest tighten slightly. I took a deep breath, trying to ignore the uninvited attention."Slow down, Princess," he said in a playful tone, like I were a child running.I frowned but slowed down any way. "Don't call me that."He chuckled, his low voice almost drowned out in the hustle and bustle of the city. "Old habits die hard."We headed tow
Last Updated : 2025-02-03Stealing My Sister's Fiancee XI
"Beautiful work, isn't it?"I gasped and turned my head quickly.There, standing not far from me, was Marcus Blackwood.He looked the same as the last time we met. Tidy, calm, with a black suit that fit his body perfectly. His black hair was perfectly styled.I blinked a few times, making sure this wasn't a coincidence too strange to believe. "Marcus?"He smiled a little as if not surprised to see me here. "I didn't expect to see you again so soon."I was still trying to understand the situation. "Do you come here often?" I finally asked."Occasionally," he replied casually. He stepped closer, standing next to me, looking at the same painting. "I know the owner of this gallery. The artist who painted this is an old friend of mine."I gave him a quick glance. "Of course. I forgot that you have many connections in the art world."He laughed softly, the low sound blending with the quiet atmosphere in this room. "Connections? Perhaps. But more than that, I do like places like this."I gav
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My phone vibrated in my bag. I took it out and saw Mellan's name on the screen."Mellan?""Maya, I'm really sorry! I'm still stuck in the office, and it looks like I won't be able to join you for lunch." Her voice sounded regretful.I tried to mask my disappointment. "It's okay, Mellan. I understand.""But you should still have lunch! Aaric, you're still with him, right?"I glanced at the man standing next to me, his hands tucked into his pants pockets."Yeah," I replied hesitantly."Good! Aaric, make sure Maya eats something before she returns to the hotel," Mellan chirped.Aaric said loud enough for Mellan to hear, "Of course. I won't let my fiancée's sister starve.""Thank you! I'll make it up to you later, Maya. Love you!"The call cut off before I could reply."I'm not hungry," I said flatly. "I'm going to go back to the hotel and eat with Ashley and Megan."Aaric sighed. "That sounds like a safe plan to you."I didn't answer him because I immediately turned around, preparing to
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My long black dress wrapped my body perfectly, falling gracefully along my legs every time I took a step. I exhaled softly, looking at my reflection in the hotel room mirror. My hair was down in soft waves, my makeup is perfect, not too heavy but enough to make my eyes sharper.I tighten my grip on the clutch in my hand. This night, I'm going to see Carmen with Marcus. It's a decision I've made consciously, even though the image of the conversation with Aaric still haunts me.A soft knock on the door snapped me out of my thoughts.I sighed before walking over and opening it.Marcus stood there, wearing a perfectly tailored classic black suit. His suit was impeccable, his bow tie immaculate, and something in the way he looked at me made me feel like I was someone special.His eyes swept over my appearance from head to toe, and then a smile appeared at the corner of his lips. "You look amazing."I almost smiled but chose to restrain myself. "You too,"He held out his hand. "So, are you
Last Updated : 2025-02-04Stealing My Sister's Fiancee XIV : Unshaken, Unbothered, Unstoppable
The sky was still dark when our plane took off from New York.After a long night with Marcus at the opera, my body felt heavy, and my mind was still full of residual emotions from Carmen and from everything.I sat in my business class seat, leaning my head against the window as I closed my eyes. The monotonous sound of the airplane engine should have calmed me down, but my mind kept spinning.Megan sat in the seat next to me, busy typing something on her phone, while Ashley already had his blindfold on, preparing to sleep. I decided to ignore all that and let myself fall asleep for a while."Oh, shit."I blinked. I sat up straight, rubbing my sleepy eyes and looked at Megan. "What?"Megan was still glued to her phone screen, her eyes widening."We have a problem."Ashley, who was almost asleep, raised her head slowly. "What now?" she asked lazily.Megan looked at us with a panicked expression. "Los Angeles airport is full. Paparazzi, reporters, even fans... they're all waiting for Maya
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A fall afternoon in Los Angeles feels warmer than in New York. The sun begins its descent to the western horizon, leaving an orange tinge that streams in through the large windows of my apartment. The breeze from the balcony slips in, cozy and relaxing.I sat on the long sofa, wearing an oversized sweater and shorts, letting my body sink into the softness of the scattered cushions. A classic cartoon played on the television screen, the characters' voices filling the room with silly dialog and laughter.At the far end of the sofa, Ashley is lying on her side, her iPad displaying the latest collection from a famous fashion house. Now and then, she mutters a completely irrelevant comment, more like criticizing the shape of the shoes than praising the design of the clothes."Why do they keep making boots like this? They look like something aliens would wear in 3020,"I didn't answer, too focused on my cartoon.Megan was busy with her laptop at the dining table just a few steps away from u
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Stealing My Sister's Fiancee The Weight I Wear
The room was spacious. Dark wood panels lined the walls, streaked with shiny gold accents, and the floor was covered in thick cream-colored carpet—too soft for shoes to tread on. Sheer white linen curtains danced in the ocean breeze, revealing an endless blue beyond the private balcony.I should have been grateful to be here.But all my body wanted to do was collapse.Ever since we boarded the yacht this afternoon, I hadn’t had a single second to just sit still without someone approaching me—family, guests, or people Mom had invited solely because their last names carried weight.“Maya! I’m a huge fan of Helena!”“You still look as gorgeous as ever. Are you filming something new?”“Is it true you and Marcus are still friends? You two are just perfect together.”All of it with wide smiles. All of them with eyes waiting for a slip. A crack. A weakness.And me?I smiled. I nodded. I recited the answers I’d memorized. “Thank you. Yes, we’re still close. Filming starts again next month.”T
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The sky looked freshly washed from the night before. The morning air was still cool, the sun hadn’t turned harsh yet, and the street outside Aaric’s house felt too peaceful for a day I knew would slowly tear me apart.A black SUV had been waiting in front of the gate since 8:10.I walked down with a small suitcase, lips glossed just enough, sunglasses covering half my face, and a professional smile I’d been practicing in the mirror all morning. The same smile I used to wear for the press when I was with Marcus. Now I wore it for my own family.The car door opened.My mom sat inside, dressed in an ivory blazer and an expensive scarf wrapped too perfectly around her neck. Her eyes scanned me quickly, then she gave a small nod. No compliments, no critique. That meant: “acceptable.”Next to her, Dad was busy on his phone as always, giving a half-nod without even looking up.And in the backseat—someone who made my breath catch for just a second.Mellan.Her face was glowing. Her long hair
Stealing My Sister's Fiancee LXXVI : Half a Heart, Fully Sketched
The house had gone still. Even the waves sounded farther away than usual, as if intentionally giving space to the worries stacking quietly in my chest.An open suitcase sat on the bed. Summer dresses folded neatly. A straw hat. Leather sandals. Two bikinis I chose not because I planned to swim, but because I thought—that's just how it’s supposed to look. That’s how a woman should show up on a vacation with her younger sister’s fiancé’s family.Tonight, I wasn’t Maya. I was just… a prop in someone else’s story.I opened the drawer on the right side of the wardrobe, looking for sunscreen or maybe a light t-shirt—anything to fold, just to keep my hands busy. But the drawer stuck. I tugged a little harder… and as it opened, something slipped out from underneath.A dark brown leather notebook. The corners worn. No label. No name.My heart started pounding.I stared at the thing for a few seconds. It felt like stealing. But this was… my room too, wasn’t it? At least, by our agreement.My fi
Stealing My Sister's Fiancee LXXVIII —The Calm Before the Wreck
Morning came without a sound.I sat at the edge of the bed, wearing a thin T-shirt and sleep shorts, while the early sunlight slipped quietly through the gap in the curtains, casting strange patterns on the wooden floor.My phone buzzed on the nightstand. The screen lit up: Mom.I let out a reflexive sigh. Answering a call from my mother wasn’t just a conversation—it was like walking into a job interview without knowing what position you were applying for.I hit the green button.“Maya.”Her voice was cold and firm as always—no hello, no small talk.“Morning, Mom.”“I spoke to Mellan last night.”I straightened up, suddenly feeling like a little girl caught breaking the house rules.“Yeah?” I answered cautiously.“We’re going sailing next week. The Blackwood family’s private yacht. Summer vacation. We leave Monday. I want you to come.”I froze. “I have a shoot next week.”“I checked your schedule. Nothing that can’t be moved,” she said quickly, like she’d already planned this far in a
Stealing My Sister's Fiancee LXXVII — Too Close for Pretend
The coastal night air greeted me as the front door clicked shut behind me. My shoes tapped wearily against the wooden floor, and a moment later, I saw him.Aaric.Standing on the second-floor balcony, leaning against the glass railing, his silhouette tall and still under the soft, dim glow of the outdoor lights.The ocean stretched out behind him. Dark and calm. A stark contrast to the chaos inside my head.He didn’t say anything.But he looked at me.That look... deep, unhurried, like he was trying to etch the image of me into his memory.For a second, I wanted to go to him. Ask how he was after nearly dying last night. Make sure he wasn’t carrying any invisible wounds.But I didn’t move.Because I knew: the moment I made room for emotion, none of this would be about the deal anymore.Our arrangement was clear. I came to him when my reputation was in ruins, and he—with all his power and toxic influence—offered help. A house. Protection. Career support. In return, I had to stay here.
Stealing My Sister's Fiancee LXXVI : You Look Better in Heartbreak Lighting
After an hour-long break, I was back on set. My hair was still slightly damp from the setting spray Amira had used, and my skin felt a little sticky from the fake tears that had been washed off and reapplied. But inside me, Helena’s pulse was still lingering.The shooting space was different this time—brighter, more open. We were on the dining room set. The next scene showed Helena finally coming home after disappearing for a few days, trying to act “normal” even though her world had just fallen apart.Daniel was already in his seat, wearing a soft cream sweater, his hair tousled like he’d just rolled out of bed. He was reading the script, marking up a few lines with a pencil, occasionally scribbling notes on facial expressions.I sat across the table and grabbed the hot coffee waiting for me. As I took a sip, I stared at the set in front of us: a long wooden table, two tea cups, and a vase of slightly wilted flowers. The props were perfect—just understated enough. Like Helena’s relat
Stealing My Sister's Fiancee LXXV - Better Than Cashmere
The morning came slowly.Sunlight slipped through the gap in the curtains, brushing against my skin like warm fingers that weren’t quite ready to wake me up. The air in the room was still cold, but something kept me from moving.An arm around my waist. Heavy. Warm. Familiar.Aaric.Once again, he was holding me like I was the only thing keeping him from falling. Like my body was the anchor that kept him alive.I slowly opened my eyes and glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand. Almost seven. Still enough time before I had to get ready for the shoot. But my body didn’t want to move. Not yet.I thought I’d have trouble sleeping after last night—after the blood, the gunshots, and seeing the true face of Aaric’s world. But instead, I slept more soundly than I had in a long time.And that... was a problem.I took a deep breath and slowly peeled myself out of Aaric’s embrace. It wasn’t easy. He mumbled something in his sleep but didn’t wake up. His arm dropped onto the bed as I got u
Stealing My Sister's Fiancee LXXIV - Every Siren Sang Your Name
My eyes swept across the room, but there was too much movement. Too many shadows. People were hiding behind chairs, tables, thick columns like the one I was behind. I started moving—crouching low, my knees nearly touching the ground—toward the wall closest to the exit.And then I heard it.“Maya!”His voice.I turned and saw Aaric across the room, half running toward me. His body was slightly hunched, one hand gripping a weapon, the other pushing aside anyone in his way. His black suit was a mess—covered in dust, wine, maybe blood—I couldn’t tell for sure.Someone blocked his path. Another armed man, a stranger’s face, clearly not one of Aaric’s people.They fought. Not just with guns. But fists. Wrestling. Punches. Aaric slammed a fist into the man’s jaw, then drove his elbow into his neck, knocking him to the ground.He came toward me. “This way!” he shouted.I rose from my hiding spot, my legs feeling like they didn’t belong to me. He grabbed me just as gunfire tore through the spo
