My Sister Smirked Until I Said One Unit Number

“Babe. I thought your parents put your unit and hers under some kind of family trust arrangement.”

Mara didn’t answer him.

My mother did.

“It was understood,” she snapped.

“By who?” I asked.

She ignored me.

Brent’s ears had gone red. “No, seriously. That’s what you told me. That Lena agreed to help and that ownership was being consolidated until the wedding continue reading …