The Sweetest Sister

My sister, Ashley, was the poster child for good behavior – a real goody-two-shoes in everyone’s eyes.

Ever since I was little, she'd told me I was adopted. I was always terrified of being sent away, so I did everything she asked. Behind closed doors, though, she called me a "bastard brat."

I was scared of her, but she didn't know the truth: she was the one who was adopted.

She’s the reason I was held captive by traffickers for five years.

When my folks finally found me, she had the nerve to tell me to forgive those people.

So, I turned around and sold her to the same traffickers.

I wonder, will she, as the victim, be so magnanimous as to forgive…

It had been five years since I was taken, but my parents finally found me. The cops broke down the door, and I was right in the middle of a line of old men.

I was bound in this humiliating position, covered in god-knows-what.

I was four months pregnant, and not a single day had been peaceful.

When my mom saw me, she just broke down crying, she threw a soft blanket around me. My dad, usually calm and collected, was in tears, beating the living hell out of those sleazy old men.

Then, Ashley chimed in, “Dad, she’s okay! She’s not dead, that proves they were probably treating her pretty well!”

Hearing that, a wave of fury crashed over me and I passed out. All those years of pain, and my own sister just brushes it aside. If I hadn't been buying her a soda, I never would’ve been taken.

This was all Ashley's fault, and now she’s taking their side. Unbelievable.

I woke up in the private hospital my family owned. I was a rich girl. I’d had it all, and if I hadn’t been kidnapped, my life would have been limitless.

Blake Reynolds had ruined my life, and he was going to pay!

“Mom, Dad, are those men in jail?” I asked, my eyes red.

My parents exchanged nervous glances. “Honey, calm down. We'll make sure those animals get what's coming to them!”

“So, you haven’t called the police?” My voice was flat and my eyes filled with tears, “Do you have any idea what my life has been like? You saw it! They…” I couldn't finish the sentence. I wiped my tears, and my mom just looked heartbroken.

“I know you suffered, but this isn’t the time to be emotional.”

I didn’t understand what she meant.

Just then, Ashley walked in, holding hands with my boyfriend, Josh Miller. Seeing their hands intertwined stabbed at my heart.

Josh Miller is a family friend. His parents were always traveling for work, so he'd spend time with us growing up.

Both my sister and I liked hanging out with Josh. But Josh only had eyes for me.

I played nice with Ashley just to keep her away from Josh, terrified she’d steal him away from me.

Turns out, I was too careful. My long-awaited relationship with Josh went south in the five years I was gone. My sweet Josh, now he looked at me like a complete stranger.

“Josh...” I said, tears stinging my eyes. His look of disgust sliced through me.

"Don't call me that," His harsh words sent a shock...