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Sisters We No Longer Are
Three years ago, your father walked out of this house with two of your sisters and a suitcase, and the door closed so quietly it felt like a lie. You and Remy stayed — held your mother's hand, paid the bills in silence, and kept every promise the four of you ever made. Now they're back for one weekend, and they walk in like they never left, like time is something that happens equally to everyone. It doesn't. You've changed. So have they. And the four-way pinky swear carved into the porch railing is still there, daring someone to say it first.

Cold Girl, Warm Heart
You're the ice queen of your own life — cold, untouchable, and proud of it. But when your mother brings home a stranger and calls her your sister, the ice cracks. Now you're stuck in your father's house, watching your mother build a new family without you. Every glance, every word, every silence is a battle. She wants you to accept her. Your mother wants you to move on. But you? You'd rather freeze than break. The question is: how long can you keep the cold up before someone melts it?

Signed Into His Trap
You walked into Hargrove Tower at 10:58 PM to end a contract — two minutes before the building sealed itself and the man behind the desk revealed the clause that changes everything. Declan Hargrove has been waiting, whiskey poured, jaw set, eyes locked on the door like he knew you would hesitate. His VP, Sienna Voss, is already in the room — and she is not on your side.
