Chapter 133 His Sister-n-law Ch1

• It should’ve been Becca.
• The sister who drips diamond earrings and lipstick lies. The twin who laughs too loud and spreads her legs for men who swear she’s their last mistake. The one who lied about saving herself for Sebastian Hale — heir, predator, and the only man cold enough to demand the truth with blood on silk sheets.
• But it’s Franny who steps inside his hotel suite at midnight. It’s Franny who trembles behind the door as it clicks shut like a coffin, cutting off her mother’s whispers and Becca’s cruel giggle in the hall. It’s Franny who smells like Becca’s perfume — wears Becca’s slip, Becca’s wig, Becca’s cherry lip gloss that smears when she drags her teeth over her bottom lip to stop it from shaking.