All Chapters of Stealing My Sister's Fiancee: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"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

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

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

"So," Ashley continued without taking her eyes off the road, "are you nervous?"I sighed. "I have no reason to be nervous."She chuckled. "Oh, of course you are. You're just meeting an Oscar-winning director in a building founded by your ex-boyfriend who now dominates your career. No pressure at all."I turned to her, snorting. "Thanks for the reminder."Ashley grinned and then turned the car into the central business district of Los Angeles. The streets around us were filled with people in formal attire, busy with their business. Amidst the density, the B.U. The tower stood majestically—a towering glass building with a sharp, modern design.I stared at it from behind the glass window. It was the first time I had paid attention to this building, and something created a strange discomfort in my chest. This building wasn't just a place of business. but a symbol of Aaric's power.Ashley parked the car in the valet area and then took off her sunglasses. "You ready?"I straightened my hai

My tiny apartment was illuminated by the dim light of a study lamp while the sound of rustling pencils on paper filled the room. I sat on the floor with my legs crossed, leaning back against the sofa with a stack of books and an open laptop. The film theory course always immersed me in lengthy, exhausting analyses, but I had to finish it before the deadline.Beside me, Aaric sat on the carpet, half leaning back against the sofa, focused entirely on the television screen. His hands were nimbly moving the game controller, and his brow furrowed slightly as he pressed the buttons with incredible speed. The sounds of gunfire and sound effects from the game being played filled my tiny apartment, contrasting my study's silence. I glanced over at him, noticing how the tip of his tongue poked out slightly from his lips as he concentrated. Aaric might be known for being cold and severe out there, but in moments like this, he was just a man obsessed with games like a child."Why are you still