At the bridal shop, I saw fresh dark marks across my sister’s back. She whispered, “If I cancel, his father will ruin us.” I kissed her cheek and said, “Then we won’t cancel.” But by morning, the groom had no idea who was waiting at the aisle.

“If I call off the wedding, Victor will destroy Mom and Dad’s company.”

My stomach turned cold.

“He already controls half their debt,” she continued. “He said he’ll call every loan, ruin every supplier contract, drag them through court, and make them lose the house.”

I stared at my little sister.

My bright, stubborn, fearless Mara.

The same girl who used continue reading …