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“I can’t believe you’d do this to me.” She yelled, pounding her fists against his chest. Her nails dug deeply into her palms; her knuckles had turned white. “You’re a bastard! You’re a fucking bastard!” Her was blurred with salty tears. “I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!” She chanted. Maybe if she said it enough she would finally believe it.
“She” is Chiara Vargas. Aside from being the bitchy older sister of Alice Vargas, a family disappointment, and the proud owner of a sleek black Lamborghini - which she prided herself greatly in being- Chiara Vargas is a nobody. A woman born to come second and destined to forever be hidden in her sister’s shadows. She was built to be a comparison to Alice. Where Alice was the sun, Chiara was the moon. Where Alice stepped, Chiara had no choice but to follow. Where Alice did this, Chiara would do that. And “that” never seemed to be the right thing to do.
The pain of being the eldest Vargas also came along with the means to avoid it. Chiara guarded herself within the castle of a façade. Prickly vines ran up thick walls of stone, warding off all intruders from daring to get too close. Letting her defenses down only ever led to someone getting hurt, and usually, it was her.
So, it came as a surprise to almost everyone, including Chiara, when one Spaniard by the name of Antonio Carriedo so easily slipped through the cracks and stole her heart. Antonio is the "he." The charming, beautiful, tan “he” whom Chiara had been in enamored with for years. In the beginning, Chiara was wary of him; who was he, and how had he managed to break down the walls she had spent so much of her life building? Gradually, her suspicion became trust. Trust grew into love. But as all things seem to come to an end, theirs came to a sudden, unexpected stop.
Now, Chiara is in the middle of having her heart torn to pieces by that same Antonio.
Life’s a bitch, isn’t it?
Why, you ask? Oh, right.
He fucked her sister.
(But hey, look at the bright side! He said she wasn't that good!)