“Grayson, why don’t you just divorce her? You don’t love her. I want to be with you,” Alice murmured.
“Alice, we’re siblings,” Grayson said firmly.
“Grayson, do you really see me as just a sister?” she shot back, her tone laced with bitterness. “Don’t forget, I’m not biologically part of the Blackwood family.”
“Alice!” Their mother’s voice rang out, sharp as a whip. Her face was pale with anger. “What are you saying? You and Grayson may not be related by blood, but you grew up together! How could you even think that? You… You’re going to be the death of me!”
“Mom,” Alice said, her eyes filled with defiance, “you’ve loved me since I was little. If Grayson has to marry someone, why can’t it be me? What does Belle have that I don’t?”