Evil Stepsister

I loved Brielle Harper since I was a little boy. Both her parents and mine divorced within months of each other and suddenly--her mom and my dad were engaged. She tormented me my every waking moment. I was too infatuated to care. A tragedy sent her into my arms for just one night. The next morning, she was gone. For five years, she was gone from my life-- a famous pop star who was burned out. She wanted back into my life, AND my heart. Even though she was my evil stepsister, I had always loved her. I always would.