My arms were locked down tight—I couldn't move. A rare flicker of panic shot through me.
My hands were everything to me. They couldn't be injured!
I spoke hurriedly, "Maverick is my brother. If you don't believe me, call him!"
"Your brother?" Eliza leaned in, her gaze dripping with contempt. "What kind of 'brother'? A sugar daddy brother? A bedmate brother?"
Her spit nearly hit my cheek. I instinctively tried to pull back, but the bridesmaids didn't let me move.
Before I could react, she raised her hand and slapped me—hard.
"I've been with Maverick long enough. I've never heard him mention having a sister!"
"Stop pretending to be some delicate little victim to seduce men—you're not worthy!"
I froze.
It was true—Maverick wasn't my biological brother.
He was my uncle's son. My uncle and aunt died in an accident when I was five, and out of pity, my parents took him in and raised him like their own.
When my entire family moved abroad, he chose to stay in San Antonio, insisting he wanted to repay my parents by taking care of the domestic branch of our company.
I never expected he hadn't told Eliza about me at all.
Just then, her phone rang.