I couldn't speak.
The man whose family had taken my sister was the same man whose grandson I had been brought here to marry, and suddenly, I wasn't sure whether I had been brought into the Ashworth family to replace Isabelle
or because they had finally found the other daughter they'd not choose.
I looked at Mia, waiting for her to say something that would make this feel less insane but she didn't. “So Konstantin arranged it,” I said. Mia nodded. “Yes he did.” I swallowed. “When was the arrangement made?” I asked. My voice came out sharper than I intended. “I mean when? How long ago?”
Mia held my gaze. “Nearly twenty years.” For a moment, I thought I'd heard her wrong. “Twenty years.” I asked. “Almost.” I stared at her.
That meant Konstantin had been involved before we were born, what
