Shattered my sister's dream ofmarrying a rich man

Chapter 1

My sister, Crystal, was convinced she was a dead ringer for some billionaire's late wife. I'm talking, like, the kind of resemblance you see on those "celebrities and their doppelgangers" lists. Anyway, she decided that meant she was destined to be Mrs. Billionaire 2.0.

So, being the brainiac she is, Crystal hatched a plan to meet the guy's wife – Bethany – and "accidentally" arrange a little "accident" for her. I'm talking hit and run kind of vibes. I got wind of this scheme and managed to get to Bethany before Crystal did.

I chewed Crystal out on the way home, trying to knock some sense into her. "Look, Blake Sterling didn't build his empire by being stupid. He's a freakin' shark. Your amateur-hour plans will get you busted, and you'll drag the whole family down with you.”

Crystal actually nodded like she understood. But then, she went home and poured Drano, the most dangerous cleaning chemical, into my water glass. I got her words burned into my brain with pain, "You're just jealous because I have the face to bag a billionaire. You're ruining my fairytale, so I'm ruining you."

Then I woke up... back to the day she hatched her scheme.

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The screech of tires and a sickening thud ripped through the air. Crystal, without missing a beat, bolted toward the scene.

She was kneeling beside the woman on the ground, screaming, "Forget the car! Somebody call 911, NOW!"

Crystal, wearing a full face of makeup that looked like it had been professionally applied, started doing CPR, going straight for mouth-to-mouth without even flinching.

Her fancy dress was soaked in blood. Anyone watching would have thought she was a saint.

The ambulance and a gaggle of reporters arrived almost simultaneously.

Crystal, glaring into the cameras, snapped, "Have you people no decency? This is about saving a life, not getting a story!"

She turned, practically shoving the paramedics to the victim, Bethany, “Doctors, please help her, she's so beautiful, she can't die so young!"

One of the doctors, clearly moved, responded, "We'll do everything we can. Are you family?"

Crystal shook her head, "Just a passerby. But I'll go with you, help with the bills, whatever it takes."

The doctor praised her heroism and rushed her into the ambulance. As she turned, she swiped Bethany's cellphone without anyone seeing it.

I watched the ambulance pull away. Thirty minutes later, a black SUV screeched to a halt at the intersection. A guy in a grey suit jumped out – Blake Sterling's right-hand man, I recognized him from the news. He surveyed the scene, then started talking to the cops.

I pulled out my phone and texted Crystal.

Me: Saw you on TV, Crystal. What the hell did you do?

Her reply was immediate. Crystal: None of your business.

That got a smirk out of me.

Crystal had watched too many Hallmark movies and thought every billionaire was a sap.

She had that one accidental brush with Blake, and he told her she was a "dead ringer" for his late wife, and now she was seeing dollar signs ...