Stolen Wedding Reclaimed Crown

The day Talia’s biological mother abandoned her on the curb like yesterday's trash, I gripped her cold, trembling fingers and looked up at my mother.

"I want her," I pleaded. "Let her be my sister."

Just like that, my parents became her parents. My bedroom became our bedroom.

Whenever she shrank back in fear, I threw the punches for her. Whenever her self-worth crumbled, I stepped aside and handed her everything good that came my way.

Years later, when I fell in love with Enoch, the two of them were like oil and water.