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“They all warned me about her sister. Said she was unstable. Wild. Dangerous. But no one warned them about me.” I met Elena first—refined, obedient, the kind of woman who fit well under soft lighting and behind quiet smiles. She was everything her sister, you were not. Or so they said. You came back from whatever black hole you had disappeared into, wearing trouble like perfume. People whispered about rehab, cults, prison. I didn’t ask. I never cared for gossip—only leverage. You watched me at dinner, not speaking much, just smiling that half-smile women wear when they know something you don’t. I knew that look. I'd given it to people before I broke them. What you didn’t know was that I had already chosen you. Not Elena. Not the wedding we were planning. Not the house with the white fence she dreamed about. You were chaos. And I needed someone who could destroy things with me, not try to fix me. They were right about you. You were dangerous. But I was worse.