The Ruthless Billionaire Claims His Rival's Sister

Chapter 7

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anket, broken only by Chloe's quiet, shuddering bre

was still curled up on the floor. His expression was a chaotic mix

began, the words feeling absurd

carefully editing her truth. "It's been torturing me

ind screamed that this was impossible, insane. But the othe

it up again. Anoth

t of the dressing room. I'll w

o himself. She was still lying, crea

the floor, pointing a trembling finger at the tab

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all in the hotel's underground garage. Sloane stood on her toes, her arms wrapped around the director's neck, and

way, a video could not. It was

ing. He braced himself against the wall, a

ading a verdict. "David Marshall's long-term residence. She told you she was in a dressing

osal, you'd be tied up at a celebration. She could plead exhaus

es the access, the resources, the status. This proposal, from start

d thought he was the one in control, the generous benefa

ot rage. The humiliation was absolute. The warmth and affection

rigid. He picked up his pho

er breath, w

ice was terrifyingly calm. "Slo

ft in his tone, continued her act. "I'm in the

," Andr

. He didn't accuse her. H

eliberate taps, he

t was a final, brutal execu

r was gone from his eyes, replace

e softer now. "The floor is

d, hesitated for a fraction of a sec

rew her into a hug, his hand resting on the back of her head, g

mured, his voice lo

e was comforting hi

t she hadn't felt in years, not since before the fall. The night

beginning. Sloane Ashford wou

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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.”