The Ruthless Billionaire Claims His Rival's Sister

Chapter 6

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static. The ringing of his phone was a s

her voice like a serpent's hiss. "Let

swiped to answer the call and

rew? Where are you? I'm so worried. I'm still in the dressing room at t

too scared to go anywhere..." The helpless, dependent tone

be a mistake. The photos were photoshopped. Chloe had faked them.

eyes pleading for it to be a lie. "These are

ve of profound sadness washed over her. She just shook h

rtunity. "Fake? What's fake? Andrew, did Chloe tell you something?

gain. He wanted to believe his sister was the villa

coming to you," he said, endi

nged forward, blocking t

's patience was gone. He re

hed, the loss of balance-it was the last sensation she'd had in her previous life. The terror of the fall, t

er throat, and she c

her body shaking uncontrollably. Tears streamed fro

reakdown. He had never, in his entire life, se

led out, hysterical and fragmented. "And then the company was gone... Da

ey were a memory, a lived he

She took everything from you, and then she had someo

act. A nightmare? How could a nightmare be so real? He looked from his sobbing sister on the floor to the i

touch her again. He was beginning to realize that something

e rang again. It wa

confirmation from a friend who works security at the Chateau Marmont... Miss Ash

g the dam of Andrew's denial. The photos were

t up his screen.

are you? I'm

asual, was grotesquely co

word about going to find Sloane. He just stared a

worked. She slowly quieted her sobs and looked up at him,

e you still...

e was its own answer. But the st

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The Ruthless Billionaire Claims His Rival's Sister

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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.”