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The Ruthless Billionaire Claims His Rival's Sister

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 1107    |    Released on: Today at 15:15

Julian Kensi

the screenshot on his phone,

ith a delicate white-gold body chain. And on the

cr

n boardrooms for a decade. And Andrew was supposed to be proposi

pose to someone else, sending him a screensho

that

nd I'll destroy yo

si

oe, if he remembered correctly. But

d no

uld see the corner of a bed. A man's s

o him. But Andrew was trying

hell is

Andrew's threat. He was just confused. And a little annoyed-someone

d his as

about her-where she lives, who she sees,

lancing at t

m jewelry made with our crest

looked at the i

ed by shadow. All he could see clearly was the delicate chain on her

you playing,

toward the window. He would wait for the rep

ndrew's arm. Her voice was a soft, practiced murmur of conce

d away fro

as the first time he had ever done it. His mind was a maelstro

and anger crossed her face before she expertly ma

He stared at his phone, his thumb hovering o

oached them. Her voice was a low, urgent hiss. "Andrew, the

ust about feelings. It was a massive, expensive p

On one side was his sister's potential "fall from grace.

uncertainty. He dialed

ad changed into a chic day dress. The background was the apartment's

breezy, as if she were genuinely on her way to

really going to meet him?" Andrew's voice was hoarse, lac

head, her expression one of pure innocence. "You're busy

ocative words from the phone. Her nails dug into

m coming home now. You will not go anywhere until I get there. If you do,

rogant power of the Sterling heir. It

ed. A true, victorious smile. Sloane

, her voice dripping with fake reluctance. "I'll wait for you at

up, cutti

stunned faces of Sloane and Sharon. "The e

Everything she had planned, all the publicity, all o

iver and head of security, Leo Foster, his voice c

ssional, however. Her mind was already racing, ca

without a backward glance, leaving chaos

a's phone-a camera Eva had arranged to have place

" she murmured, her

Sloane like glue. A woman whose plans have just b

her initial shock now rep

us and ready to interrogate her. But she was

pped back into the green silk nightgown. She sat down on the

ief, violent tantrum in her dressing room, wiped h

ed was the directo

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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.”