Chapter 4 : Sins Between Sisters

"What's going on here?" Diana asked, her voice sharp as she stepped around the couch and stood before them. Her gaze landed on Rose, who was resting against Alex's chest, and she raised a questioning brow.

"She fell asleep while the movie was on," Alex replied casually, giving Rose a gentle tap to wake her.

Rose stirred, lifting her head to find Diana staring at her intently—almost as if she were peering straight into her soul. Ignoring the weight of Diana's gaze, Rose muttered a quick goodnight to Alex before slipping away to her bedroom.

As soon as she shut the door behind her, she let out a deep sigh. "So I dream about him now? I'm so screwed," she whispered to herself.

Glancing down at her shirt, she noticed the unmistakable hardness of her nipples, pressing against the fabric. She groaned, running a hand through her hair. "I know it was just a dream, but holy fuck… that mouth of his."

Shaking her head, she slid under the covers, trying—and failing—to push the lingering heat of the dream from her mind.

Diana's gaze remained fixed on Alex, sharp and accusing, making his skin prickle with discomfort. When she finally spoke, her voice dripped with contempt.

"I deny you sex, and the next thing you do is throw yourself at my sister?"

Alex's head snapped toward her, disbelief flashing across his face. "Excuse me?"

She folded her arms, her expression unreadable. "Well, I can't say I'm surprised. It's not like you could get her pregnant or anything. I'm just… disappointed in you." Her voice rose slightly, each word laced with bitterness.

Alex exhaled sharply, choosing not to engage. Instead, he turned and headed for the bedroom upstairs.

"Yes, of course! Ignore me!" Diana's voice followed him, gaining strength. "That's what you do best, isn't it? You ignore me and then go around fucking other women!"

That was enough. Alex halted midway up the stairs and spun around, his patience fraying. "What is your problem?" His voice came out louder than he intended.

Diana's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Oh, don't play dumb with me, Alex. I saw the text."

His brows furrowed. "What bloody text?"

She stepped closer, her eyes flashing with anger. "'Still coming around today? I miss you, baby.' Does that ring a bell?"

Alex let out a short, humourless laugh. "That was my sister, okay? She needed me, and I went to see her."

Diana scoffed, shaking her head. "Yes, of course, your sister. And I'm the Queen of England." Her sarcasm was razor-sharp.

He had no more energy for this. "You know what? Whatever works for you." With that, he turned on his heel, entered the bedroom, and locked the door behind him.

"Alex! Alexander!" Diana banged on the door, her voice thunderous. "Open the damn door!"

But Alex remained silent. Ignored.

Frustration evident in her every movement, Diana let out a curse under her breath and stormed off—straight to Rose's bedroom.

Diana stormed into the room, finding Rose lying in bed, not quite asleep. Her voice was sharp with accusation. "I see you haven't changed—still chasing after the man in my life. Grow up, Rose. This isn't high school anymore."

Rose let out a tired sigh and turned away. Her voice was faint, uninterested. "Go away, Diana. I'm not in the mood."

But Diana wasn't letting this go. She yanked the bedsheet off Rose, forcing her to sit up in frustration.

"What exactly is your problem, Diana?" Rose snapped.

"No—what exactly is your problem?" Diana shot back, her eyes blazing. "Still spreading your legs for anything and anyone? Do you have no shame?"

A slow, mocking smirk formed on Rose's lips. "Look, it's not my fault your husband wants something firmer. Something better."

Diana's hand curled into a fist. "Fuck you."

"I'll pass," Rose replied smoothly, then lazily pointed upstairs. "But for him? I might not."

Diana's nostrils flared, but Rose only leaned back against her pillows, feigning boredom. "Grow up, sister. If I wanted him, I'd have had him already." She snapped her fingers for emphasis, watching as Diana stood there, speechless.

Rose's words had cut deep, stripping Diana of whatever comeback she had prepared.

"Goodnight, honey. See you in the morning."

Diana lingered, seething, but ultimately spun on her heel and stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

She made her way back to the bedroom and found that Alex had unlocked the door in her absence. Her anger had simmered down, replaced by a quiet restlessness.

Stepping inside, her gaze landed on Alex, already fast asleep. His breathing was steady, his features relaxed. But her attention shifted to his phone, lying close to his pillow.

Careful not to wake him, she tiptoed closer and picked it up. With a quick swipe, she unlocked it and scrolled through his messages, searching for the text he had claimed was from his sister.

Minutes passed as she scrolled, her fingers tightening around the device. And then—there it was. Proof that Alex had been telling the truth. The message was from his sister.

Diana let out a quiet sigh, though it wasn't one of relief. It was almost... disappointment. As if some part of her had wanted to find evidence of his betrayal—something to justify the guilt that gnawed at her conscience.

Without another thought, she tossed the phone back where she found it, slid under the covers, and shut her eyes. Sleep claimed her in no time, but her mind remained restless, haunted by thoughts she wasn't ready to face.