The Ruthless Billionaire Claims His Rival's Sister

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e cold morning air. She said it lightly, as if asking what dress to wear,but there

nty-two-year-old ghost with eyes that had already seen too much. There

n Kens

Before, whenever he heard this name, Andrew's fis

ld come to stop her without hesitation. He would rush home immediately, the propos

n Times Square to face public m

sure it would work.But it was the only we

back to an

enched in sweat, the silk of her nigh

g up to meet her. And the figure above-Sloane Ashford, standing at t

walked away while

, arms, ribs-all smooth, unbroken. No wound

m the bedside table. H

up. The date on the screen mad

year

r, Andrew, was going to p

dr

ould destroy him-disowned, the company gutted, their father's

he hands shoving her from behind. T

dge, watching her fall, w

using the pain to remind herself she was alive.She had come back to a tim

oor. The gentle, familiar voice of th

you going to pick out a dress for M

t" was a key turnin

man. The company, their father's legacy, collapsing under the weight of

, not responding to the sou

Gable's voice was laced with

Gable," she called out, her voice a

heir depths, something hard and sharp, forged in

othing le

rew would hijack the massive screens in Times Square f

ed her as a "spoiled, vicious sister," his words a slap she remembere

t this

nly push him further toward Sl

ing, hunting for a weapon. She needed to get to

ng over the call button. The memory of his last, d

on the bed. Calling him now to accuse him would

estructive. Something that would rip And

hat did her brother care about most? Beside

. And the Sterl

hat if she created a scandal of her own? A scandal so big, so threatening to

dal than Andrew's business arch-nemesis? The on

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smile touche

To save you, I'll