ing. In Mark's eyes, she saw a future filled with endless love, happiness, and adventure. He wasn't ju

Mark shared, often teasing her sister about how lucky she was. But beneath

e heartbreak, the betrayal, the emptiness. Why did Celine get to have the per

were the moments t

. The way his hand brushed against hers "accidentally" when passing her something. At fir

ords, subtly planted like

, Elena. I see where Cel

ingle. If I had met you f

na feeling uneasy. Was she overthinking? Was Mark just being friend

. This was Mark-the man who worshipped her sister.

of her mind, a whis

ine and Mark. Their love seemed effortless, their con

hen Celine wasn't around. At first, it seemed innocent-casual con

ark joined her. The night air was crisp, the city lights flickering in

o you?" he asked, hi

rn evident in her eyes.

carefully. "It's Celine," he finally admitted. "Sometim

What do you mean

a part of her routine. Like I'm an accessory to her success, rather than someone she truly values

, but now, for the first time, she saw things from Mark's

ently. "Celine's just... ambitious.

. If she'd even notice if I was gone." He turned to Elena, his eyes fi

sent a shiver down her spine, stirring

rk,

understand me in ways Celine never has." His thumb brushed over her knuck

rong. But the way he looked at her, the intensity in

rom hers. "Elena... tell me I'm wrong," he

screamed at her to stop, to push him away, to remember th

before she could breathe

nt a thrill through her veins. For a brief moment, she let herself sink into

y hit her

ly, breathless, wide-e

lingering on hers. "I know," he murmu

hard, unable t

it. And that

her role as Mark's secretary, ensuring she never gave anyone a reason to question her professionalism. But no a

er into their business. He was charming, thoughtful, and always knew the right words to say

ted a few seconds more than it should have. Subtle touches that sent shivers down Elena's s

evening, every

lena was finishing up some paperwork in Mark's office when he le

ard," he said softly. "Yo

usly. "I don't mind.

o a whisper. "You're amazing, Elena. I

t, the air between them grew thick with something unspoken. She should h

trust. By sharing deep, emotional confessions, Mark created a false sense of intimacy and connection with Elena, slowly eroding her loyalty to Celine a

the waters. Elena froze, every nerve in her body on edge. She knew it was wrong. This

g her head. "Mark, we c

through his hair. "I know. Bu

spiraled into something neither of them could undo. But deep down, she couldn't de

't stop

oors at the office, in quiet corners where no one could see them. Every tim

e traced soft kisses along her neck. "It doesn't change what

ween desire and shame. "She tr

e her. But what we have... it's differe

te betrayal. But every time she looked into Celine's eyes-the eyes of the sister who had alw

she could