Sweet Captive Wife: You Belong to Me, Forever

Music filled her mother's room while Kiara spun across the floor with a broom in her hands. Whenever the Watson mansion hosted one of its lavish parties, excitement always bubbled inside her. She never attended as a member of the family. Instead, she remained on the sidelines and worked like any other employee in the house that carried her own last name.

Life had never handed her the same comfort that her twin sister Cloe enjoyed. Even so, Kiara refused to let that difference crush her spirit. She studied hard at the university, and kindness came naturally to her. Still, she had enough backbone to stand her ground whenever her classmates crossed the line.

Most days, she dressed in loose shirts and worn pants that made her look more like a boy. Her family never bought her clothes, so she survived on the old outfits her best friend passed down to her.

A sudden burst of loud clapping snapped her out of the dream she had been drifting through. In her imagination, she had stood in the center of the grand hall while a sparkling gown shimmered around her like something from a fairy tale. When Kiara blinked her hazel eyes open, the golden flecks in them caught the light. The person applauding stood right in front of her.

"Cloe..." she called out quietly as warmth crept into her cheeks.

"What were you daydreaming about, little sister?" Cloe said. She stopped clapping and walked over to the stereo before switching the music off. Her serious gaze stayed fixed on Kiara.

"It wasn't anything important, Cloe. What do you want?" Kiara asked. She lowered the broom and kept sweeping the floor as she forced herself back into the dull reality she knew too well.

"Are you upset because you can't join the big party tonight?" Cloe smiled. "There will be plenty of handsome men there. The kind with real status. Who knows, maybe tonight I'll meet the billionaire who's finally going to treat me like the queen I am."

"I honestly don't care about that, Cloe. Go enjoy your party. I'm finished here." She walked toward the door. Before she could step out, Cloe grabbed her arm and stopped her.

"If you keep acting like this, I'll tell Mother that you're causing trouble. Do you already know what happens when she hears that?" Her eyes carried the arrogance of someone who believed she stood above her own sister.

"Go ahead and blame me if you want. That's nothing new. You always point your finger at me even when I haven't done anything wrong. Honestly, I hope that billionaire you're chasing finally shows up and takes you far away from here. Maybe then I'll get a little peace."

"What did you just say to me!?" Cloe shouted. Anger rushed through her, and she grabbed Kiara by the shoulders before shaking her.

"How dare you talk to me like that?" she snapped.

"Cloe! Kiara!" The deep voice of their father thundered through the