The Ruthless Billionaire Claims His Rival's Sister

Chapter 5

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e was the picture of serenity, a calm island in the e

ed Sloane Ashford's car," she reported in a low voice. "She d

us spot for Hollywood's elite. A cold smil

And video," Chloe ordered. "I want clear

g to relay the message. She w

rang. The screen displa

aker. "Chloe... I know you don't like me, but why would you do

e wrong number. You should be asking my brother what's more im

slipped, her voice turning sharp

d hung up. She wouldn't waste

se slammed open. Andrew storm

ocking. He saw his sister, dressed in a sinful

's blue eyes were burning, scanning

ed innocently. "He left. He got tir

oom apart. He ripped open the closet doors, looked under the bed, an

pity and resolve. This was the same blind rage that

nothing.

at the black velvet box on the coffee

ly toward the wastebasket. "I saw how m

et. It was empty. He was start

ngerously quiet. "You'd better

urt. "An explanation? Brother, is that what you really

u've known for less than six months, did you ever once stop to think about m

d no answer. His obsession with Sloane

, holding the tablet. "Miss, the phot

ut looking at it herself, she held it

the well-known director David Marshall, embracing in the dim light of

e stared at the photos, his mind refusi

ice. "While you were preparing to propose to her,

fate, Andrew's phone began to

r ID read

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“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.”