My Spoiled Sister Demanded My New Sports Car—Then One Lie Too Many Blew Everything Up

attack to her. What I didn’t expect, though I absolutely should have, was what she said next.

She walked down the steps slowly, deliberately, like she was approaching a wounded animal. Then she pointed at the Corvette with a casual little flick of her wrist. “We should switch,” she said.

I blinked. “What?”

She smiled like this was the most rational thing continue reading …