Elara's POV
"Say that again."
I'm staring at the phone in Damien's hand, at Trevor's name on the screen, my entire reality crumbling around me.
"I said, hello big brother," Trevor repeats, his voice dripping with sick amusement. "Oh wait—I'm talking to Damien. But I suppose I should say hello to my big sister too. Hello, Elara. Did you enjoy our engagement? Because I certainly did, knowing what I knew."
I grab the phone from Damien. "You KNEW? You knew we were related and you still—we were going to get MARRIED!"
"Technically, we're only half-siblings. Different mothers. It's not that weird in some cultures."
"It's INCEST!"
Trevor laughs—that cold, cruel laugh I used to think was charming. "Relax. I never planned to actually marry you. The engagement was just part of the game. Keep you close, control the Sinclair assets, make sure you never figured out the truth about dear old Dad."
