My Sister’s Man

Leandro despised Larne.

He had more than enough reason to.

She was a vile, base, cruel and greedy woman who could never be satisfied with what she had. She only felt content after taking what belonged to others.

She had even coveted her own sister’s fiancé.

“I don’t believe I can offer you even the bare minimum of respect as a person. You would do well to call off this marriage while you still can.”
“It doesn’t matter. To me, at least.”

The marriage that began this way finally came to an end only after Larne lost her memories.

***

“So, the duty of producing an heir that you wanted so badly—shall we begin now?”

The longing in his gaze, paired with his languid voice, made her heart tremble.
Despite her racing pulse and the flutter rising in her chest, her rational side took over.
She carefully pulled her hand out of his grasp.

“What are you talking about? We’re getting divorced soon.”