Chapter 5

The Grant family had one son and two daughters.

The eldest was a spoiled heir, a textbook trust fund brat. He drank, smoked, fought, and street-raced; if it was reckless, he'd done it. I barely had any kind of relationship with him. Even when he came home, he rarely spoke to us.

Olivia was even more of a handful. I honestly couldn't tell whether she was a hopeless romantic or just plain reckless. She juggled three relationships at once, and every breakup turned into a full-blown tragedy—crying her eyes out and refusing to eat.

Of course, they hadn't taken me…