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

to go out.”

“It’s seven-thirty,” I said through gritted teeth. “I leave at seven-thirty every single day.”

Zoe shrugged and stretched like a cat, deliberately taking her time. “Relax. I’ll move it.”

Then she disappeared for twenty minutes. Twenty excruciating minutes while I stood there watching the clock, my phone buzzing with increasingly urgent texts continue reading …