When My Fiancé Colluded with My Sister

The silk sheets beneath me felt like liquid fire against my skin as consciousness crashed over me in waves.

My chest burned with a phantom pain that shouldn't exist—the memory of Alex's bullet tearing through my ribs in that sterile villa, the taste of copper flooding my mouth as I died on his marble floor.

But I was alive. Nineteen again.

I pressed my palm against my chest, feeling the steady rhythm of my heart beneath the thin fabric of my nightgown.

The scent of expensive jasmine perfume lingered in the air, the same fragrance Eleanor insisted I wear to every family function.

The crystal chandelier above cast familiar shadows across the cream-colored walls of my bedroom in the Sterling mansion.

The calendar on my nightstand confirmed my worst fear and greatest hope: March 15th. The exact date when my previous life had begun its descent into hell.

I sat up slowly, my body trembling with the weight of knowledge that felt too heavy for my nineteen-year-old frame.

In twelve hours, Alex Carter would walk through those mahogany doors downstairs. In my previous life, I had thrown myself at his feet like a lovesick fool, begging to take Ruby's place in the arranged marriage.

I had believed his cold smiles were affection, his control was protection.

Never again.

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The morning sun streamed through the tall windows as I made my way downstairs, each step on the marble staircase echoing with memories I wished I could forget. The Sterling mansion felt like a mausoleum—beautiful, cold, and suffocating. Oil paintings of long-dead Sterling ancestors watched me from their gilded frames, their eyes seeming to judge my every move.

The dining room buzzed with tension when I entered. Eleanor Sterling sat at the head of the long mahogany table, her silver hair pulled back in a perfect chignon, her pale blue eyes scanning the morning financial reports with the precision of a hawk. She wore her authority like armor, every gesture calculated to remind everyone of their place in her carefully constructed hierarchy.

Ruby sat to her right, practically vibrating with excitement as she picked at her breakfast. My adoptive sister had always been beautiful in that classic, untouchable way—golden hair that caught the light just so, emerald eyes that sparkled with mischief or malice depending on her mood. Today, those eyes held a particular gleam that made my stomach clench.

"Mimi, dear," Eleanor's voice cut through the morning air like a blade wrapped in silk. "Do sit down. We have important matters to discuss."

I took my usual seat across from Ruby, noting how Richard Sterling barely looked up from his newspaper. My adoptive father had always been a shadow in his own home, content to let Eleanor orchestrate their lives while he focused on his stocks and golf schedule.

"Alex Carter arrives this afternoon," Eleanor announced, setting down her coffee cup with deliberate precision. "The merger between Carter Group and Sterling Industries will be finalized, and with it, the marriage arrangement that will secure our family's future."

Ruby's fork clattered against her plate. "Mother, you said—"

"I said we would discuss the details when the time came." Eleanor's tone brooked no argument. "That time is now."

I forced myself to take a bite of toast, tasting nothing but ash. In my previous life, this had been the moment I'd volunteered to sacrifice myself for the family. The moment I'd sealed my own fate.

"The Carter heir is... formidable," Eleanor continued, her gaze moving between Ruby and me like a chess master contemplating her next move. "Whoever marries him will need to be strong enough to handle the responsibilities that come with being Mrs. Alexander Carter."

Ruby straightened in her chair, her chin lifting with that familiar stubborn pride. "I'm the Sterling heiress, Mother. It should be me."

"Should be, yes." Eleanor's smile was razor-thin. "But what should be and what will be are often different things, Ruby. Alex Carter is not a man who can be... managed. He requires a particular type of wife."

The implication hung in the air like poison. Ruby's face flushed red, her hands clenching into fists on the white tablecloth. I could see the wheels turning in her mind, the same insecurities that had always plagued her despite her privileged position.

"What exactly are you saying?" Ruby's voice was dangerously quiet.

Eleanor turned her attention to me, those pale eyes boring into mine with calculating intensity. "I'm saying that Alex Carter will make his own choice. And we must be prepared for any... eventuality."

I met her gaze steadily, letting none of my inner turmoil show. "Of course, Eleanor. The family's interests come first."

The words tasted like poison, but they were what she expected to hear. In my previous life, I had meant them. Now, they were armor.

Richard finally looked up from his newspaper, his weathered face creased with worry. "Perhaps we should wait to see what the young man has to say before making any assumptions."

"Richard." Eleanor's voice could have frozen fire. "We don't wait for men like Alex Carter to make decisions for us. We anticipate. We prepare. We ensure that no matter what happens, the Sterling family emerges victorious."

The grandfather clock in the corner chimed nine times, each note reverberating through the dining room like a death knell. In six hours, Alex would arrive. In six hours, my new life would truly begin.

Ruby pushed back from the table, her chair scraping against the marble floor. "I need to prepare. If Alex Carter thinks he can waltz in here and choose between us like we're items in a catalog, he's mistaken."

She stormed out, her heels clicking against the floor in sharp staccato beats. Eleanor watched her go with an expression I couldn't quite read—part pride, part calculation, part something that might have been concern.

"Mimi," Eleanor said softly, her voice taking on that deceptively gentle tone that had always preceded her most devastating manipulations. "Walk with me to the garden."

I followed her through the French doors onto the terrace, the morning air cool against my skin. The Sterling gardens stretched before us in perfect geometric patterns, every hedge trimmed to precision, every flower arranged for maximum aesthetic impact. Like everything else in this house, beauty was a weapon.

"You understand what's at stake today," Eleanor said, not bothering to frame it as a question.

"I do."

"Good." She stopped beside the marble fountain, its gentle bubbling the only sound in the perfectly manicured space. "Then you also understand that whatever Alex Carter decides, you will accept gracefully. For the good of the family."

I nodded, keeping my expression neutral even as my heart raced. She was already positioning me as the sacrifice, the backup plan, the disposable daughter who would do whatever was necessary to protect Ruby's interests.

But this time, I knew what was coming. This time, I would be ready.

"He'll be here at three," Eleanor continued, her gaze fixed on the fountain's dancing water. "Wear the blue dress. The one with the pearls."

The same dress I'd worn in my previous life. The same dress I'd been wearing when Alex had looked right through me like I was nothing.

"Of course," I said quietly.

Eleanor smiled, the expression never reaching her eyes. "You're a good girl, Mimi. You always have been."

As she walked back toward the house, I remained by the fountain, watching the water cascade over the marble cherubs. In a few hours, Alex Carter would arrive in his black Bentley, bringing with him the same arrogance and cruelty that had destroyed me once before.

But I was no longer the naive girl who had believed in fairy tales and happy endings. I was a survivor, armed with knowledge and hardened by betrayal.

Let him come. This time, I would be ready for the game.