The Grandiose Billionaires Unknown Child

Prologue:

In all that his brother had told me about brian, he'd never mentioned that he was so damn good-looking.

Not the smooth good looks of a catalog model.

But the rough-around-the-edges kind that made my breath catch in my throat and set my pulse racing his rain-soaked thick black hair was smoothed back from his forehead, emphasizing the strong lines of his face, lean cheeks, a square jaw and a blunt chin.

He badly needed a shave, Olivia noticed, and his thin white shirt was soaked through, cinging to the lines of his muscular chest and broad shoulders.

And yes, damp, bedraggled and mud splattered, he was still the most attractive man who had crossed my path in ages. But I pulled my gaze away with conscious etfort. Get a grip girl, I coached herself. This guy's the enemy.

Self conscious:

My name is Olivia Christopher, I am living with my younger sister, faith, whose fall in love with the second son of Adams family. Will. And I gave her all my love and support in her new found love. But will's elder brother Brian Adams believed that she came for money not for love and he sworn to stopped their marriage with all his might. They plan to elope and leave me to deal with the over protective brother in law of mine.

I was having a sound sleep when someone began to bang on the door. Banging hard enough to rattle the hinges. The fact regiered dimly on my sleep-fogged brain. As if this place needs any help fallng apart at the seams, oh! Gosh. thank you very much, was my first waking thought. Then I sat up, swung my legs to the floor and brushed a careless hand through my sleep tousled hair.

The banging persisted. "All right, all right. Keep your shirt on, pal," I muttered. And pulled on my sapphire-blue silk robe and clicked on the lamp near the landing before descending the stairs.

No hurry, I thought. Was was certain of the identity of the caller, though we had never before met. The fash of light within had obviously given my vistor encouragement, and he immediately called out on the other side of the door. " I know you are there, Will. Open up. blast you. I'm not leaving here until you open the door, do you Hear me......?

The tone was deep, booming and belligerent Just what I had expected, although I hadn't counted on Brian Adams arriving in the pitch black middle of the night. My sisters fiancé will Adams , had described his older brother, Brian as an extremely stubborn man, and I fully expected a difficult encounter. But to descend upon me at this hour in the middle of a rainstorm, I found positively..berserk.

While Will had warned me about Brain, I had believed he'd been exaggerating. Well, he wasn't, I decided as the door banging and off-color expletives hit new heights. I vaguely wondered if he would get violent- especially if he learned how he'd been tricked by the three of us...... me, Faith and Will. The little scheme had been Will's plan. With Faith's help, the young lovers had persuaded me to help them escape the wrath of Will's overbearing, overprotective brother Maybe I was foolish to answer the door at all, I thought Most folks I knew in the small town of Sweetwater, Texas, would greet a stranger at this hour with a handy household shotgun But I was not the type to own a gun. I wouldn't even allow my son, Noah, to play with water pistols. Besides, I was betting Brian Adams was far worse than his bite Okay, so he was a high-powered, corpotate attorney from new York City, no less. The man would naturally be on the argumentative side, I reasoned But hadn't Will promised that Brian wasn't so bad once you go to know him? Right now, shouting himself hoarse on the other side of my door, he sounded like my worst night mare.