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

her voice sharper than I expected. “Miles, do you really need a sports car? It does seem… excessive for someone your age.”

My chest tightened with familiar frustration. “I worked for it for five years.”

“And Zoe works too,” Mom said quickly, rushing to equalize what couldn’t be equalized.

Zoe didn’t work—not really. Zoe hopped between jobs like the floor continue reading …