Chapter 90

“You are fucking impossible!!!” Leila yells at me across the table, and I scream straight back in complete, unveiled rage.

“I’m not wearing a fucking purple wedding dress; the dress is not down to you to pick. What the hell were you thinking?” I throw her booklet at her, and it bounces off the coffee table and lands on the floor dramatically.

“Hey, hey, come on.” Arrick tries to intervene, sitting me back down on the couch, and I glare at her hatefully. Fury fueling me, even as he kneels in front of me and tries to calm that wild inner beast, she erupts all over.

Leila flew in two days ago to rush through the prep for this wedding, and in Arrick’s absence, as he has been seeing his dad and getting his shit back to Carrero Corp, I have been stuck with my controlling sister planning my life in the worst kind of way.

Yeah, I am back in full diva mode for sure, only this time, she knows her place is not to stand against Arrick. That doesn’t mean I can’t throw her