Falling for a Lie, My Stepbrother’s Hidden Revenge. novel Chapter 38

At the hospital, Sylvia met Asher's eyes with quiet resolve. "If I told you there's more to Grace's story, would you believe me?"

The silence stretched between them. Sylvia felt her heart sink—what a foolish question. Of course he would choose Grace, his sister of so many years, over an arranged match he barely knew.

But Asher's response came without hesitation: "I trust you completely."

The words hung in the air, stunning them both.

Grace's face went ashen. "Asher, how can you—she's lying! I'm your sister!"

"That's enough." Asher's voice carried a razor's edge. "From the moment you met Sylvia, you've shown nothing but hostility. And now this ridiculous story about her spooking Snow?" His eyes hardened. "I know Sylvia. She would never do something like that."

Sylvia stood speechless, her throat tight with emotion. She'd been so certain he would side with Grace. The depth of his trust left her reeling.

"Grace." Asher's tone could have frozen flame. "Remember your place in this family."

The implied message was crystal clear: Being the Blackwoods' ward didn't make her truly one of them.

Grace's lips trembled as tears spilled down her cheeks. She opened her mouth but no sound emerged.

"Get some rest," Asher said curtly, turning to leave.

By Grace's bedside, Sylvia regarded the sobbing girl with cool detachment. "Was it worth it?"

Outside in the parking lot, Asher fell into step beside Sylvia. "I'm sorry about all this."

"What are you apologizing for?"

"Grace's behavior—it's inexcusable." He ran a hand through his hair. "I'll get to the bottom of this."

Sylvia gave a soft, humorless laugh. "No need. I already know why."

"What do you mean?"

She met his gaze directly. "You really don't see it? Grace is in love with you, Asher. That's why she sees me as competition."

Asher's brow furrowed as the pieces fell into place.

"I'll maintain appropriate boundaries with her from now on," he said firmly.

"Just like that?" Sylvia asked, surprised. "Why?"

His eyes softened as he looked at her. "Because I want you to feel secure with me."

"That's not what I meant." Sylvia shook her head. "Why did you believe me over Grace? She's been your sister for years."

The parking lot lights cast a warm glow through the windshield as Asher turned to face her fully. The love in his eyes was unmistakable.

"Because I love you," he said simply. "And love means trust without question."

[Enjoying the fall colors you'll never see. Remember when he said holidays were too crowded? Funny how he changed his mind for me.]

Sylvia rolled her eyes. During her three years with Drake, she'd worked regular hours as a lawyer, carefully saving her precious vacation days for travel. She'd specifically mentioned wanting to visit Glacier National Park during fall break, drawn to its stunning landscapes and autumn foliage. But she'd hesitated to go alone, and Drake had dismissed the idea with his usual "Everything's crowded during holidays. What's the point?"

Now, ironically, she could visit any national park she pleased. But Sienna's attempt at provocation was almost amusing. Rather than block her, Sylvia decided to keep the messages coming—they were entertaining in their desperation.

Meanwhile, in Montana...

Sienna nestled against Drake in their luxury lodge as she sent the carefully edited photos, while he watched intently, hoping to provoke a reaction from Sylvia. Would she be angry seeing them at the very place she'd begged him to visit? Would she finally reach out to him?

He'd avoided contacting her for days, allowing Sienna to send the photos. He wanted—needed—to see Sylvia fight for him, to show she still cared.

But hours passed without response.

"Maybe she blocked me?" Sienna wondered aloud. "No, the messages went through..."

"Perhaps she hasn't seen them yet," Drake offered, more to convince himself than her.

By the next evening, with still no response, Drake's composure cracked. While Sienna was out, he called his assistant, his voice tight with barely controlled frustration.

"Find me Sylvia's family address in London."

The darkness in his tone suggested this was far from over.