Asher’s POV

I stepped into the family mansion. The air inside was warm, with the scent of freshly prepared food wafting from the dining room.

There, sprawled at the table like she owned the world, was Janine - her legs propped up on the polished surface, as if she had no idea what decorum meant.

Servants bustled around her, setting plates and dishes on the wide table, their expressions carefully neutral.

“If it isn’t my evil little sister,” I stated, arching a brow at her casual insolence.

She turned to me with a giggle, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Hello, my favorite big brother!” she chirped in a sweet tone...