Little Vixin

ess was perfec

e, imagining the moment she would walk down the aisle. Excitement bubb

door. The one she was supposed to share with her soon-to-be husband. The

hands, she push

they

n sister. Tangled in sheet

arp to process. Her sister gasped, scrambling to cover herself with the silk sheets, while her fia

word barely l

d, not even bothering to move aw

plain? How did one exp

t scream. Instead, she sm

id, her voice eerily calm

ing dress she had so carefully chosen, the perfect life

e wasn

he would show them she wasn't the w

she stood in fr

im-the elder brother, the cold, untouchable man who rarely showed emotion. The one

nocke

ly loosened from travel. His sharp, calculating eyes widened slightly at the sight o

nt, he sai

oth and unreadable. "Shouldn't you be w

he scent of expensive cologne and whisky filled the air

, intrigued but

k with unspoken words, before she fi

unreadable. "Do you kno

ons of his shirt, undoing the first one.

ed by emotions, but something in her eyes mad

ng a decision, h

c-torn by his hands, discarded like the love she had lost. And with

longer a he

as re

as only th

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