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The Ruthless Billionaire Claims His Rival's Sister

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 1030    |    Released on: Today at 15:15

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a sound of pure, undiluted rage. "Do you have any i

d and instead clasped the body chain around her own slender wris

griffin crest caught the light again. "But it's the f

efully chosen dagger aimed

out, his face turning a dark shade of red. "Y

e answered vaguely, her eyes wide and innocent. She wanted him to blame himself, to fee

seemingly careless movement that brought her rumpl

ropping to a husky, intimate whisper.

l shattered. The thought of his sister, his Chloe, in bed

you move," he commanded, his voice a low, d

ced with mock surprise. "Aren't you about to make history?

" the meticulously planned proposal, the waiting media. On the o

Andrew's background. "Andrew, darling,

Sloane

. Perfect. She wanted

his shoulder, waving a dismissive hand at Sloa

indow. The movement made the silk of her nightgown ripple. "Which is perfect, because I have to g

with insinuation, a direct hit to An

ring you to stay in that a

girl you can command anymore," Chlo

ld say another word

fening. Chloe's playful smile vanished

ge, stared at her, speechless. "You... y

in from her wrist and tossing it back into its velve

ension. It was all an act. A brillian

lerate the idea of a Sterling daughter being involved with a Kensington

or the second thing. Find the best private investigato

word she says. Especially what she's really doing this afternoon

tched Andrew's face contort with fury, a

mind at war. The stage was s

echoed in his head like a curse. He

e had forced him into a cor

seat, his knuckles white from the g

loe's bed, at the griffin crest on the bo

Kensi

rned a hole

his contacts for a second-then he found the n

Kensi

m the video call-a clear image of the Kensington crest on Chloe'

typed

. Deleted it again. In th

nd I'll destroy yo

for a moment.

he should have done-giving that bastard leverage, exposing h

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s lit up t

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eply. No denial. No ex

He hurled the phone against the se

for himself that Chloe wasn't in that apartment. H

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The Ruthless Billionaire Claims His Rival's Sister
The Ruthless Billionaire Claims His Rival's Sister
“In her past life, she watched her brother, Andrew, destroy himself for a woman who never loved him. Family fortune gone. Their father's company gutted. Andrew framed, disgraced, dead in a prison cell. Then Chloe was pushed off a rooftop. The last thing she saw before the pavement shattered her body was Sloane Ashford's face-standing at the edge, smiling down at her broken form. That smile was the last thing she ever saw. Until she opened her eyes. Twenty-two years old. Two years before everything went wrong. The exact day Andrew was about to put a ring on Sloane's finger. This time, Chloe wouldn't scream at him. She wouldn't beg. She knew exactly what her brother feared more than anything-his sworn enemy, Julian Kensington. "What if I slept with my brother's worst enemy?" The thought was insane. She bought a custom body chain with the Kensington family crest engraved on its clasp. She slipped into a silk nightgown that left little to the imagination. She called her brother on video, let the camera pan lazily across her rumpled bed, and held up her new "gift" with a wicked smile. "Look what Julian gave me. Beautiful, isn't it?" The bait was set. The trap snapped shut. Andrew canceled the proposal. He raced home. Sloane was dragged out of Sterling Tower by security, soaked in rain, humiliated on every news channel in the city. Chloe's plan had worked perfectly. Too perfectly. On the other end of that video call-watching the entire performance from his sleek Manhattan office-Julian Kensington had one question. The girl he'd never met was wearing his family crest. His name was on her lips. And she was using him as a weapon. He leaned back in his chair, gray eyes fixed on the frozen image of her wrist, that delicate gold chain, that unmistakable griffin crest.”