The Twenty-Billion-Dollar Sacrifice

door was slightly ajar. A knot of dread tigh

moans drifted fr

apart. Sophia Harper was straddling Liam on the custom-made sofa I had pi

licit. They were so lost in each ot

he

mbling to button his shirt, his face flush

smirk playing on her lips. She didn'

low, as if I were the intruder. "Sophia isn't feeling well emo

practically undressing her in our living room. This is my apart

fensively. "You know how she is. We gr

ing her arm around his waist. "He loves

m warned, but he di

with you. He said the thought of it made his skin crawl. Th

od ran

a Harper. My uncle is a powerful producer. Who are

nto fists. "Get o

nly threw herself backward into the cof

he floor. He didn't ask questions

ster!" h

nd. A sickening crack echoed-my ribs. I slid to the floor, gas

'm hurt,"

adling Sophia. "Are you okay, m

and you try to kill her child? Get out of my sight, El

ut, stepping ove

blood. As the pain throbbed in my side, a

single cup of cheap coffee because Liam couldn't afford his o

g to build an empire. And you'll never have to work again. I'll

hurt. "I don't need to be a

s study, the night I left. The maho

h rage. "He sees your money, not you! If you walk out that door with hi

ice shaking with conviction. "I'd rather eat instant noodl

ke of your life," my father had w

. My father was right. I had traded a kingdom for