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Nissa

I'd had my eyes on Aiden as soon as I noticed him hanging around Svaya and her brother. He had a way of carrying himself that was enticingly confident, even in this room full of strangers. Of course, before I could even make a move, my whore of a half-sister was batting her eyelashes at him and twirling her hair like the stupid ditz she was. Unbelievable. This seemed to upset Jet, too, but I knew it was only because he didn't want her sleeping around. He might as well be my enemy at this rate – he was on her side. He believed her. On top of that, it seemed like he actually wanted to protect her. Watching the three of them, I rolled my eyes as I sipped on my champagne.

I tried to keep tabs on January and Aiden all night, but after some point they seemed to have disappeared. I wandered around the house, hoping they hadn't gone upstairs to have sex in my uncle's home. Even worse – what if they'd left? I blanched at the thought. Would she do that? Who was I kidding; of course she would. She was a slut. She'd probably spread her legs for Jet if he wasn't her half-brother. I felt nauseous. Maybe it was the alcohol, but I found myself running to the bathroom before I realized I was even moving. Disgusted with myself, I hurled into the toilet and watched as my dinner was flushed away. Definitely no more champagne for me tonight.

After washing up, I returned to the party and continued hunting for the harlot and her little boy toy. As before, they were nowhere to be found. I was frustrated beyond belief. She would sleep with someone she'd just met. Sure, Aiden was downright beautiful, but really? Now? Sneaking away from a family party? God, she really had to go.

I looked at the time, feeling tired. Nearly three AM. Spent, I told my drunken father that I was leaving and headed home. That's when I finally spotted her. She was heading around the house, as if she had just been in the back yard. Aiden was nowhere to be seen. However, the direction she was coming from made things pretty clear – the Kitzler Estate was in that general area. Where else would she have gone?

Furious, I stopped dead in my tracks. I would get my revenge. First, I had to make perfectly clear to her that she had made a horrible mistake. Then, I was going to make her regret this. Sweeping my family off their feet, and then sleeping with someone I was interested in? No, this was completely intolerable.

I waited until she was in the house and a few minutes had passed before I approached the house and entered. Apparently the only responsible member of this family, I locked the door behind me and headed upstairs. Jet was sitting on the landing in front of January's door, knees pulled up to his chest. He looked pitiful.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked coldly. I was not in a sisterly mood, especially after our encounter in the kitchen earlier today.

"Fuck off," he replied, mumbling into his knees.

"Gladly," I turned on my heel and regretted asking – he was being especially rude. I don't know why I even bothered. It'd always been like this. I'd try to talk to him and he would completely blow me off, like I was some worthless scum instead of his sister. I wondered briefly why he insisted on treating me this way, and then realized that January had won his heart in less than a day. Amazing. She was already stealing my family away from me.

I shut the door loudly behind me as I entered my quarters and tossed my shoes to the floor. I finally let my long, brown hair down and looked at myself in the mirror – what did she have that I didn't? At least my fucking hair didn't fall out at the slightest touch. I had decent curves, good-looking features, and although I was fairly short I didn't look like a waif, like she did. She was gaunt, and overly delicate. I crashed onto my bed and sighed, braiding my hair for the night. I should be thankful I wasn't like her. So why was I so overwhelmingly jealous?

The door opened in the foyer and I heard Daddy stumble in, drunk. He started up the stairs and headed towards the master suite, struggling with the door. I checked the time – four fifteen. Great, everyone would be sleeping tomorrow morning. That basically meant it was on me to make breakfast for everyone's hangovers.

Since Mother left, I had grown into her duties. I did most of the cooking in the house, I had prepared Jet for school when he was younger, I did all the shopping, and though there were servants to clean, I was the one who directed them to their duties and made sure they were paid. Daddy managed the finances, and that was really it. I was the main caretaker, and I knew it. And this January bitch was only going to make balancing schoolwork with housekeeping even harder. She was a hassle. And god knew I wasn't going to take care of her like I'd taken care of Jet, as distant as he'd turned out. There was no way I was going to be responsible for her bullshit. She was already proving herself to be one train wreck of an individual – startlingly rude, thoughtless, and a slut.

I thought again of Aiden and how effortlessly she had seduced him. What was it about her? What could people like so damn much about her? She wasn't really pretty – more like sick-looking in a way that made you feel guilty, or compelled you to make her eat something. I actually thought her eyes to be rather scary; they were this bizarre blue color that she allegedly shared with Daddy, but his were warmer. Less harsh when you made eye contact. Not only that, but she wasn't even nice. There was nothing lovely or charming about her personality. She was just desperate for care.

Honestly, I didn't give two shits that her mother died. Sure, it must have been difficult for her, but it didn't bother me that the woman who ruined my father's marriage and drove my mother to leaving all of us was dead. Good riddance.

It sickened me to think she was here, in this house, sleeping in our guest quarters. Maybe I should speak with Daddy tomorrow; he might see my side of this. But he was so oblivious to the whole situation right now… it seemed unlikely that I could convince him that she was anything but perfect.

There was nothing anyone could do to help me. I was alone in driving her away from my family and my life.