My Sister's Fiancé is Jealous that She Chooses Me First

His trembling voice got to my sister. She softened, reaching out and pulling her fiancé into a hug.

“What are you even saying? Don’t be stupid,” she said gently. “I already told you, you’re the only one I love. Why else would I agree to marry you?

“Dummy, I bought this villa for my brother. He’s coming back tomorrow, remember? I wanted to surprise him, that’s why I didn’t tell anyone.”

She pulled back, still confused, and pointed right at me again.

“Oh! Speaking of—who is this guy, anyway? I don’t have a secret lover!”

That’s when the realization hit Blade like a truck, and his face went ghost white.

“He… he’s just some pretty boy who pissed me off. Me and Scarface roughed him up a little, that’s all…”

My sister frowned.

“He pissed you off? Then yeah, maybe he deserved a beating. But dragging someone into my brother’s new villa? That’s a whole new level of stupid, boo!

“Bad luck, having blood spilled before the villa is even warmed up!”

Listening to her scold him, Blade’s voice trembled.

“I get it, I really do. I’ll have the kid dragged out and cleaned up right now, and bring in a god statue or something to drive out the bad luck.

“Tomorrow I’ll personally apologize to your brother. He’s chill, right, boo? He won’t hold it against me?”

My sister softened, giving him a fond smile. “He’s got a good temper. I’m sure he won’t.”

Meanwhile, I was being carried out by two muscleheads, panic hammering in my chest.

What Blade meant by “cleaned up” was clear as day—he was going to silence me for good. ‘He must’ve figured out who I really am!’

He couldn’t take that risk. He wanted certainty. No loose ends.

I thrashed in their grip in desperation to break free, only to get slapped for it.

“You messed with the wrong guy, punk! Say your prayers. Drag him out!” Blade barked, just as Scarface walked in holding a kitchen god statue.

Seeing my sister’s expression, Scarface rushed to kiss ass.

“Queen, don’t be mad. We didn’t plan on letting this little poser bleed all over the place, but he tried to pass himself off as your brother…”

Blade panicked, trying to shut him up.

But it was too late—my sister caught the key word, her voice going cold as steel.

“What did you say? He pretended to be Luca?”

Scarface nodded eagerly. “Yeah! But this guy’s a lousy actor. We checked—his ID doesn’t even match the young master’s name!”

He handed her all my papers like a good little snitch.

Dixie looked at my ID—and her face went ghost-white.

“This… This can’t be.”