"Bound By The Wrong Brother"

Chapter 4 4

Word Count: 510 | Released on: 30/03/2026

usted Ford Mustang roared to life, its

s squealed against the hot pavement. The car shot out

um. Heavy indie rock blasted through the blown-out spe

er reached over and turned the dial down jus

d over the music, pointing to Chlo

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iner," Chloe shouted back.

t landscape, tracking the street signs to ensure they were

dust as they pulled into a desolate, gravel parking lot. A flick

t the loose gravel. The midday heat hit her instantly, causi

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scalades rolled into the lot, moving in a tight, aggressive tactical formation. They parked in a

usly. Over a dozen massive men in dark suits

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ed open by a guard. A towering, broad-shoul

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egan walking toward the diner ent

d the door before the men got there. Harper stumbled, but

, Harper quickly memorized the Ne

as she pushed open the heavy glass door of the

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"Bound By The Wrong Brother"

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.”