Eight Million Dollar Crash
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To manufacture a meet-cute, she planned to rear-end the heir to the Hawthorne fortune, Adam Hawthorne.
She was driving my new car.
I slammed on the brakes in time, telling her the Hawthornes weren't fools. That car was a bespoke hypercar, something we couldn't afford to replace even if we sold our souls.
Later, Adam Hawthorne threw a wedding so lavish it became national news. My sister was consumed with a venomous jealousy, insisting that if I hadn't stopped her that day, she would have been the bride.
Fueled by that resentment, she ran me down with her car.
