After our parents died, I became the only person my 6-year-old twin brothers had left. My fiancé loves them like his own — but his mother hates them with a fury I never saw coming. I didn’t realize how far she’d go until the day she crossed an unforgivable line.Three months ago, my parents died in a house fire. woke up that night with heat crackling against my skin and smoke everywhere. I crawled to my bedroom door, pressing my hand against it.Over the roaring fire, I heard my six-year-old twin brothers calling for help. I had to save them!I remember wrapping a shirt around the doorknob to open the door, but after that — nothing.

I pulled my brothers out of the fire myself.My brain blanked out the details. All I remember is the aftermath: standing outside with Caleb and Liam clinging to me as the firefighters fought to control the flames.Our lives changed forever that night.Looking after my brothers became my priority. I don’t know how I would’ve coped if it weren’t for my fiancé, Mark.Mark adored my brothers. He went to grief counseling with us, and repeatedly told me we’d adopt them the moment the court allowed it.The boys loved him, too. They called him “Mork” because they couldn’t say Mark correctly when they first met him.We were slowly building a family from the ashes of the fire that took my parents. However, there was one person who was determined to destroy us.