The Billionaire's Secret, Their Fury, Our Fight

ike an art gallery than a place where people lived. They sat on a white leather

a and

. Her blonde hair was perfect, her makeup flawless. She looked me up and down, her eyes ling

held a tablet in his hand, but his eyes, a startlingly cold blue, were fixe

ass of something amber in his hand. He ha

is voice echoing in the cave

rst to speak. She

th and sharp. She glanced at her perfectly manicu

and back at his tablet, as if I w

he said, his voice flat a

sdain perfectly. I was the living proof of their father' s betrayal, an unwelcome di

" Mr. Sterling said, turning back to t

in my chest. I tried to make my footsteps silent on the plush runner. D

ng with practiced speed, probably crafting a post for her thousands of followers. Liam was already engross

deafening. I sat at one end, the twins at the other, with Mr. Sterling at the he

glass. It slipped, tipping over and sending

"I' m s

aggerated sigh. Liam

uttered, just loud e

ntically trying to mop up the mess. "I

quiet efficiency. I just stood there, mortified, my face burning wit

ins' cold indifference following me like a shadow. I would not