"Bound By The Wrong Brother"

Chapter 8 8

Word Count: 477 | Released on: 30/03/2026

meet hers-pitch black, bottomless,

, as if a predator had just locked its jaw

ng legs forward, sh

nto her path, a solid wall of muscle c

growled, his voice a low, vibratin

the man sitting behind him. "We need to talk," s

n his face moved. He slowly lifted his cheap

g her like she

Harper's skin like acid. A hot flush o

he guard's solid chest in a f

d his hand out, clamping his thick f

quee

r's arm. She gasped, her bones grind

would snap, the boss lazily

released her, steppi

nst her chest, her skin already turning

he spat, throwing her f

remained carv

staring at his custom silver wa

his head slightl

silent

, the heavy fabric of thei

her feet, ref

ights. Harper was instantly swallowed by his shadow. She smelled the dark, heavy scent of expensive t

sideways and stepped smoothly past, his

, but a wall of heavy-set guards instantly closed the gap, their broad shoulders an impenetrable barrier. S

eeting with Howard B

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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.”