Sophie's POV
"YOU ABSOLUTE i***t!" I screamed, watching my pathetic excuse for a sister writhing on the floor in pain. Her arm hung at an awkward angle, clearly dislocated. Served her right. "What the hell did you do at the jewelry season opening?"
I'd been lounging in my bedroom, enjoying a rare moment of peace when all hell broke loose in our rented apartment. Now Ivy was sprawled on the floor like trash while Blackwood's security goons ransacked our place.
"Sophie, help me!" Ivy crawled toward me like some desperate animal, her makeup smeared across her face.
I jumped back instantly. "Don't you DARE touch me!" The last thing I needed was her grabbing onto my designer skirt with those grubby hands.
The security team's leader, a stone-faced man in a black suit, barely spa
