sweetea_101
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Lillian was the girl Polly Gray raised. Michael was the son she lost.
For seven years, Lillian was a Shelby, the living embodiment of a promise made to her dead mother. Then Michael Gray came home, and suddenly she was just the substitute.
She was supposed to hate him for stealing her place. He was supposed to resent her for living the life that should have been his. But in the smoke-filled rooms and stolen glances, they found something else: something dangerous and utterly consuming.
..........
His gaze was heavy. "Don't look at me like that, Lilly," he warned, his voice a low rumble that did traitorous things to her insides.
"As if you're not looking at me the same way."