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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.
I screamed.
Her tiny body struck the decorative barrier and tipped over it.
Then came the sound I will hear for the rest of my life.
A sickening crack against stone.
I vaulted over the railing without thinking and landed below beside her broken body.
Blood pooled beneath her head…
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