Teaching My Sister To Kill Love

At the gala meant to welcome the "real" heiress back into society, Cassidy Montgomery did the unthinkable. In front of every old-money titan and gossip-hungry socialite in Manhattan, she dropped to her knees, sobbing and begging our parents to save her deadbeat boyfriend. "Jax owes the underground bookies five million," she wailed, her voice cracking through the silence of the ballroom. "If he doesn't pay by midnight, they’re going to break his legs. They’ll kill him!" She looked up at our parents, her mascara running in ugly black tracks down her face. "The Montgomerys have more money than God. Why can’t you just pay it? Why won't you help him?" The air in the room turned brittle. My parents stood frozen, their faces turning a ghastly shade of grey. This was supposed to be their triumph—the return of their biological daughter after twenty years of separation. Instead, she was dragging our name through the gutter before the first course was even served.