I stood in the Sterling family's courtyard, surrounded by security guards who were closing in on me. My heart raced, but I refused to show fear. This was the moment Fiona and Caleb had been waiting for—me, vulnerable and alone, with no one to stand up for me.
"Elara, please. Just leave before this gets worse," Caleb pleaded, his face a mask of false concern.
I almost laughed at his pathetic attempt to appear noble. Four years of pursuing me in college, then dropping me the moment he learned I was "illegitimate." Now he stood beside Fiona, acting like he cared about my safety.
"Yes, Elara. Think about what you're doing," Fiona added, her voice dripping with fake sisterly concern. Her hand rested protectively over her stomach—the pregnancy she flaunted like a shield. "This situation is getting out of control."
I looked at her, really looked at her. The sister who'd made my life hell for years. The woman who'd stolen everything from me and still wasn't satisfied.
