The Sister Between Them

Chapter 25

Alyssa was furious as she sped away from the house in her shiny silver Porsche.

How dare he? She was the mother of his child!

She found herself in front of a massive apartment complex outside the city.

She was fishing for a key from her purse in the security door. She didn't bother to alert anyone she was coming. She took the elevator up to the penthouse and let herself in.

She stepped into the large and open studio. It had wood flooring and ample, tall windows with a great city view.

An oversized black leather couch and two matching chairs sat in the center of the room, overlooking the view. The matching glass and black coffee table had photos scattered all over it. Most of them were of her and just a couple of other models.

A photo studio was set up in the corner of the ample living space, with a state-of-the-art camera and lighting system. They did most of her portfolio shots here.

The room opened to a kitchen that wasn't near her own quality. It had decent granite counters and a small but workable island. However, it was cute.

She heard footsteps coming from the hall to the side of the kitchen.

"Is someone here?" A female voice called.

"It's me, Becks," Alyssa said as she entered the kitchen, looking for wine.

"What are you doing here at this hour?" The redhead emerged from the hallway with a yawn. Alyssa supposed one may call them best friends, but Alyssa didn't care enough about her to call her that. At the very least, she was her oldest friend.

Despite living in the States for over a decade, she had a strong British accent that hadn't faded. That, coupled with her wide blue eyes and a dash of freckles across her cheeks, made her seem much more innocent than she could ever be—an attribute she used heavily to her advantage.

She was wearing a red silk robe over matching pajamas. She motioned for Alyssa to grab one more glass as she pulled a wine glass from the cabinet.

"Rocco and I got into a huge fight," Alyssa explained as she poured two glasses.

"What else is new?" Becks laughed haughtily as she took the glass from her.

"He threatened divorce," Alyssa said at the wrong moment because Edward had stepped out just as she spoke.

"What!?" The thin man with dark blonde wavy hair, deep-set blue eyes, and a charmingly boyish face strode toward her. In an instant, the charm was gone. His eyes darkened, his sharp cheekbones seemed sharper, and his thin lips pursed into an angry frown.

As expected, he was pissed. He could be the most charming thing one second and the most intimidating the next. It was impressive.

"What did you do, Alyssa!?" He practically roared. "Have I not done everything I can for your career? Do I not work night and day, trying everything to get you back into the limelight?"

"Please dial down the dramatics, Eddy." Alyssa rolled her eyes, and Becks snickered, only angered him more.

"You think this is funny, Rebecca?" His glare landed on his sister. "You do realize if I lose this studio, I will toss your worthless arse out with the rest of the rubbish."

"Nice, Edward," Rebecca said, a cross look on her face. "How did I get so lucky to have such a supportive brother?"

"You talk to me about support? I handed you a golden little life on a silver platter, and you tarnished it. Like everything you touch!"