"Bound By The Wrong Brother"

Chapter 2 2

Word Count: 739 | Released on: 30/03/2026

hit Harper like a physical blow, the dry, oven-lik

aiting by a dark, armored Maybach, res

, coiled tight since New York, finally collapsed against the leather.

oothly out of the

as Strip flashed by, a blur of drunk tourists stumbling

hollow ache in her ches

rivate road leading into Summerlin, a hyper-exclusi

ront of a sprawling

ch for the brass knocker, th

, the ice clinking softly against the crystal. Her eyes

o a tight embrace. She smelled of expensi

pale face. "Did Howard finally push you

odded, the rigid posture she mainta

her lips. Wrapping an arm around Harper's should

a generous splash of vodka into a gl

lcohol burning a path do

everything, explaining the brutal terms of the

dropped

er said, her voice trembling slightly. "If I find

glass ceasing its swirling. A flash of genu

r. "Are you insane?" Fiona snapped. "Digging up

bag, pulled out the grainy photograph, a

I have. He's a cleaner. H

udied the blurry image. She shook her head slow

digging into her palms. "I'm

erate, stubborn eyes, letting ou

a safe zone. But yo

hattering porcelain echo

ace twisting in irritation. "That's Chloe.

on. "Talk to her. Keep her from destroying my

tely. It was a cheap

d Harper's bags down the ha

lked to the corkboard above the desk, pulled out a silver pu

the jet was slowly burning away, replaced by a cold, sharp survival instinct. She was no longer just Howard Bright's pawn, shrinking away from his threats. If she wanted to survive, if she wan

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Evie Schoofs Billionaires

“My father gave me an ultimatum: marry a man I despise or lose my entire inheritance. I chose to run, boarding a private jet with no intention of looking back. But his reach is absolute. The phone buzzed before we even left New York airspace. "Send me a picture with Sterling now," his voice barked, "or I'm calling your pilot to turn that jet around." I faked the photo and fled to Las Vegas, my last resort. My mission was simple: find my father's illegitimate son, the one secret that could break his hold over me. My only lead was a grainy picture of a ruthless fixer, a man who cleaned up my father's messes. I found him in a desolate diner, a giant of a man surrounded by a wall of guards. I gambled everything on a single coin toss for the information I needed. He saw right through my desperate bluff. He leaned in close, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. "In my city, the house always wins." I was left standing there, humiliated and defeated. But as he turned to leave, he glanced over his shoulder. "But you're lucky. Today, I'm just curious what Howard Bright's daughter is doing so far from home." He had seen me not as a threat, but as a curiosity. I had lost the battle, but I wasn't done yet. I was no longer running. I was hunting.”