The Ruthless Billionaire Claims His Rival's Sister

Chapter 10

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ery gossip site and social media feed. The public narrative had flipped

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urs. Endorsement deals were terminated. Her agency, facing a PR nightmare, issued a statement

ched her career and her future crumble in

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ssion focused. The lovesick, haunted look was go

odie, sat down next to him with a

on his phone, showing Sloane's ruined face. He felt not

up from his own screen. "Every move was a calculation

d ever brought it up. "She

voice even. "A little. But Mom was genuinely gr

nally starting to grasp the key to his own delusion. He was beginning to wonder if he

hadn't been the hero of a love story. He had been t

th a mixture of gratitude and residual

offering him a small, warm smile. "J

equilibrium. He trusted her, and she had succ

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al to thunderous in a single second. "Julian Kens

on her milk. She never imagined Julian would find out

finger at her. "You! Right now! Delete his num

red, her face flushing. This was a mess of her ow

hat bastard's name again!" Andrew's protective-brother m

be replaced by a new, ridiculous internal

a report his assistant had just delivered. It was a detailed summary of the past 24 h

on a photo of Chloe. A flicker of

finger and destroy a celebrity's career in a single after

one and sent a mess

ing. Tell her it's an apology

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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.”