**OLIVIA’S POV**

“You… slept with your own sister?” A knot formed in my throat, as if nothing—not even saliva—could pass through.

He laughed mockingly. The laughter grew louder, cutting into me like a knife. Then, abruptly, the smile vanished from his lips, and he fixed me with a stare, his intense blue eyes like the sea on a sunny day… hiding the worst of storms.

“Aneliese isn’t my sister!”

I looked away, even more confused. It was as if I had to beg for every sentence ...