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

not going to help me.”

I could feel it coming—the shift, the manipulation, the way she pushed her feelings to the front like a battering ram designed to break through any resistance.

“I’m not helping you steal my car,” I said firmly.

Zoe’s eyes widened theatrically, like I’d called her a criminal and personally wounded her. “Steal? Are you hearing yourself continue reading …