Bound by the Brand: His Contracted Bride
cle Robert decided to make his move. He arrived at the ranch with a
false authority as he strode into the main house,
ide me, his presence a
Uncle Robert," I said, keeping my
e that didn't fool anyone. "You're young, inexperienced. Grieving. This
ildhood holidays, chimed in, "That's right. We think Robert s
ass, they wanted to carve up the Mil
ts' to be divided," I stated.
time you stepped aside gracefully." He took a step towards me, Dylan smirking
, placing himself more squa
ar pulled up the long driveway, dust billowing behind
red, his gaze sweeping o
than M
nor Sterling's office." He handed me
with narrowed eyes. Inside, on the Governor' s off
he sole heir and head of the Miller Ranch trust. It als
f my capabilities, Uncle." I held up the letter. "This formally recognizes me as the head o
rted muttering amongst themselves. The official seal
rt sputtered, th
the arrangements a
re their eyes. The timely arrival of that letter had
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