I Stole My Sisters Billionaire Match

Summary

The Whitmans finally "reclaimed" me from the middle-of-nowhere three months ago.

Since then, Tiffany has treated me like her personal recycling bin. This was the tenth time she’d shoved one of her rejected online dating prospects onto me. She literally tossed her phone into my lap, her face twisted in a look of pure elitist disgust. She called me a "hillbilly" and described the guy as some kind of "prehistoric bore."

"I’m not giving you my leftovers to be mean," she said, her voice dripping with that fake, sisterly concern that actually felt like a slap. "It’s just…