My Brother Canceled My Birthday Invite — And Booked My Private Island

I answered.

“Elena,” he said, voice rough. “We need to talk.”

“No,” I replied, and my voice sounded steady in a way that surprised me.

There was a pause, as if he hadn’t anticipated that word from me. “I’m your father.”

“Yes,” I said. “You are.”

“Marcus says—” he started.

“Marcus says many things,” I interrupted.

“He said you’re doing this because you’re continue reading …