Catherine was breathing heavily, her face purple with anger. "You're his sister! And you snuck into his bed like some cheap w***e! You're disgusting!"
"I didn't!" Meela shook her head wildly. "He drugged me! I—"
Catherine cut her off, throwing a stack of photos in her face. "Didn't what? Didn't sleep with him? Didn't throw yourself at him? Look at these!"
Every photo showed Meela kissing Kaius, touching him, begging for him. They'd been carefully staged to make her look like the aggressor.
Brianna walked in behind Catherine, covering her mouth in fake shock. "Oh, my God. So you broke the medals on purpose just to frame me? So you could have Kaius all to yourself?"
Catherine slapped Meela hard across the face. "You don't deserve the Goldwin name! And you're a disgrace to your father's memory!"
Kaius got out of bed and pulled on his clothes. His face was like stone. "It's my fault. I'll get married immediately. That will put an end to these rumors."
He looked straight at Meela. "Brianna will be your sister-in-law."
Meela stared at him and felt nothing but disgust.
If he'd just been honest and told her he loved Brianna and wanted to marry her, she would've left quietly.
But this? This was unforgivable.
The next morning, a video was posted online. A video of Meela and Kaius having s*x.
Meela was woken up by the sound of protesters screaming outside the house.
"w***e!"
"Homewrecker!"
"Disgrace to all military families!"
The door burst open. Kaius walked in, followed by two military police officers.
"Meela Goldwin, you are under arrest for defaming a military hero and spreading malicious rumors online. You will be tried by court-martial."
Meela's face went white. "My father?"
The officer shook his head sadly. "We received an anonymous tip that your father helped you cover up your crimes. He has been stripped of his rank and is awaiting trial."
"No! No, that's not true!" Meela broke down completely. "It's all my fault! I did it! Leave my father alone!"
She was led out of the house in handcuffs, in front of all the reporters and protesters.
Through the car window, she saw Kaius and Brianna standing on the porch, holding hands.
"No matter what happens," Kaius said, his voice cold, "I will always be your brother. And Brianna will always be your sister."
Meela looked away. Her heart was dead.
The car drove for hours, far outside the city.
Meela heard the sound of a helicopter.
The car stopped. The door opened.
A man in a military uniform walked toward her. He opened his arms.
"Hey, baby girl. Daddy's here."