I never told my parents I paid the $2 million bill for my sister’s wedding on my private island. They believed the groom’s family was that rich.

“My daughter is bleeding!”

“She ruined a fifty-thousand-dollar dress!” Vanessa shrieked from above.

My father pointed at Lily with disgust.

“Get up,” he barked at an unconscious eight-year-old child. “Stop pretending for attention.”

I felt something inside me die.

Not break.

Die.

I begged Ethan to call the island medical team.

He looked at Vanessa.

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