Chapter 2

She turned back to him, her voice dripping with fake sweetness.

"Asher, how many times do I have to tell you? When you tie it, you need to push the fabric forward from the back. It makes my curves look better!"

"You're like a block of wood. You ruined the shape."

Chloe reached straight into her bikini top, adjusting herself right in front of Asher, completely ignoring my presence.

And Asher didn't even look away. He stared directly down, his eyes lingering on her cleavage for a solid two seconds.

He sighed helplessly and actually reached out to help her adjust it.

"Chloe, do you not have hands?"

I finally lost my temper. I marched forward and shoved myself right between them.

"Asher, am I invisible to you? Is this something a normal guy does for his sister?"

"Even if you grew up together, there are boundaries. Do neither of you have any self-respect?"

The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. I always knew Asher had an adopted sister.

But I never knew they were this close. They had completely crossed the line.

There were so many staff members around, and they dared to do this right in front of me.

I couldn't imagine what they did when they were alone!

The air went dead silent.

Suddenly, Asher let out a soft laugh. He reached out and pulled me into his arms. "Are you jealous, baby?"

He rubbed his nose against my neck. "You're right. I'll pay attention next time. Don't be mad, okay?"

"Besides, I just see Chloe as a kid. She's like a daughter to me."

His words only added fuel to the fire. He still didn't see the problem.

A daughter? What kind of father strokes a twenty-year-old girl's bare back while tying her bikini?

Irritated, I shoved his hands off me.

Before Asher could speak, Chloe let out an annoyed sigh.

"Alright, Hazel. Asher apologized once to be sweet, but you're being dramatic now. Don't ruin the mood."

Asher’s mother, Victoria, walked over holding a fruit platter, a polite smile plastered on her face.

"Hazel, dear, it's your first time visiting the estate. Don't let such a small thing ruin the mood. Asher and Chloe have always been close. You'll get used to it."

She handed me a slice of melon. "Chloe lost her parents when she was young. We love her like our own. Asher treasures her like a prized possession. You need to be more understanding."

I was shaking with rage. Everyone around me was looking at me like I was making a big deal out of nothing.

Even Asher didn't think his behavior, or his mother's words, were a problem.

I took a deep breath, ready to blow up, when Chloe suddenly groaned loudly.

She stamped her foot at Asher. "Asher, I'm starving! Didn't you say the chef was making truffle lobster and caviar today? I can't wait!"

Asher’s brows furrowed instantly. He looked at me, his eyes turning cold.

"Are you done making a scene? Can we go inside and eat now? Chloe has a sensitive stomach. She'll get a flare-up if she waits too long."

In that second, my heart went completely cold.

Was I the one making a scene?

Every breath he took was about Chloe. Just because Chloe wanted to eat, I had to swallow my anger.

With a "sister" like this, why did he even bother getting a girlfriend?

I closed my eyes, forcing my tears back.

"I'm done. And I'm done with you, Asher. Let's break up."

As I turned to leave, I paused and looked back at Chloe.

"Oh, by the way. Since you love each other so much, maybe you should share a bed to bond even more."

"I hope you two have a happy life together, and have beautiful, messed-up babies."