Riding the Beast My Sister's Deadly Secret

Ever since Serena got divorced, her skin had been practically glowing.

She was radiant and stunning. Even though she was thirty, she looked like she was barely twenty.

Standing next to her, I felt completely plain.

So many nights, I’d walk into her bedroom late, only to find her gasping for breath, drenched in sweat.

I couldn't understand it. I kept asking her what her beauty secret was.

She refused to tell me a single word.

We even gave each other the cold shoulder for a week because of it. "We’re sisters," I had argued. "What could you possibly keep from me?"