The Ruthless Billionaire Claims His Rival's Sister

Chapter 8

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The sting of betrayal was sharp and bitter, but beneath it was a gro

the time for sentiment. She wiped the last of the tea

neck. This was not the little sister he knew, the one who threw tantrums and dem

temples. "That 'nightmare' you had... were there other

nting the seeds for the future. "Just fragments. About

her, every meeting, every conversation, now viewed through a new, harsh lens. He remembered how she always "accidentally" let slip his name to report

ber had been blocked. In a fit of rage, she hurle

wrapping his arms around her from behind. "Is he r

ing venom. "You don't understand! I wa

ce was all business. "Don't panic. If the engagement plan failed, we move to plan B. We'l

Sit there and cry. I'll have someone 'happen' to see you, take some 'candid' photos. I've already got the

iped her face, reapplied her makeup

ew's phone began to buzz in

ingCancelsProposal. CruelHeiressChloe

roken victim, and Chloe as the vicious, spo

He couldn't believe Sloane's audacity,

ding. This was exactly what she had described from her "nightmare." Sloa

reen, her voice filled with feigned panic. "Brother,

mare" evaporated. It was replaced by a chilling, terrifying c

ts attacking his sister. "How dare they write that about you

me the head of PR. I want every single ar

moved against Sloane to protect his sister.

gaze now steady and resolute. "Chloe

other was no longer a pawn in

t off all contact with Sloane. All of it.

w said withou

eginning. The real crisis, the one that had destroyed their fami

newfound trust to start pre

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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.”