I thought it would be easier for me... because you're not my sister, Livia.
My hands tightly gripped the edge of the table until my knuckles turned white. Kian had just dropped a bomb on me. I knew something was off, but this...
"You're sick," I seethed through my teeth, glaring at him in disgust. "Even if I'm not," I paused to catch my breath. "Even if I'm not your sister, it doesn't make it okay for you to sell me."
"I f****d up, I know," he uttered, trying to take hold of my hands. I stumbled back from him, avoiding any physical contact with him.
"Who is he? My real father?" I asked, pushing all my emotions to the side.
"I don't know. Dad told me that you weren't biologically his daughter, right before he died. He asked me to take care of you," Kian explained, guilt crashing over
