Kylie's POV
What was my cousin c*m sister doing here?
"You still don't have manners like I always thought, Kylie." She chuckled, and stepped right in before I could respond to her. "And like I also thought, you'd be living in such a big house." Her eyes traveled round the living room, her lips slightly parted.
I scoffed, arms crossed over my bosoms. "What brought you here?" I asked. Clara turned to me, and smirked. "Like your maid said, I was here for you, Kylie. We need to talk about Gerald -"
"There's nothing to talk about, that asshole! If you're here to say words, then you should do yourself the favor by leaving!" I snapped at her, infuriated.
"I know I've got shortcomings with you, but it hasn't gotten to this extent. He is remorseful, please don't lock him behind bars," Clara pl
