My Fiancé Loved My Sister

The fortune teller said I'd entered a great fortune cycle of fire, and that in this doubled-fire year, marrying now would bring the most luck of all.

My boyfriend, Clay Gilbert, heir to one of New York's elite families, was famous for spoiling the woman he loved.

The moment he heard the fortune teller's words, the urge to marry me took him over like a fever, like a man possessed.

On the day he proposed for the ninety-ninth time, the night sky burst open with fireworks.

Clay dropped to one knee, took my hand, and solemnly slid the ring onto my finger.