The Billionaire's Stepsister and His Broken Wife

summer sun. He was barely conscious when I found him, his small face streaked

stepsister, Casey. He ordered me to go to a party with her that night, to smil

r," he said, his voice cold. He called ou

n close, his voice a viciou

ied you? You were the perfect object le

a performance. A long, elaborate piece of th

hen, a cold, sharp c

d said, "Okay. I'll go. I'

last time. And that the first thing I did when I walked into o

pte

thick and silent, heavier

straight ahead. Her hands were clenched so ti

ace was pale, his small chest still rising and falling a little too fa

ocked him in her car und

streaked with tears and sweat, bar

softly in the back seat,

rembling. "The call was so important, and I j

s a low, soothing rumble that Blair knew was never meant for

hadn't looked at her since t

. A few more minutes could have b

ension. She felt nothing. It was a terrifying, ho

yes meeting hers in the rearview mirro

is," he said. His voice was clipped

r. She just kept s

that as

y sister. She m

weren't blood. A fact that see

use was large and modern, all glass and sharp angles. I

en turn off the engine,

ht. She's the guest of honor.

sed, w

emained

ning. "Rumors are already starting. A 'famil

inally spoke. Her own voic

ou'll stand by her side and show everyone that we are a u

fill. It was a cold, creeping sensati

ty," she said, flatly. "Aft

career is taking off. A scandal like this could ruin her. Do you understand

he worshipped. The ultimate

killed our s

ped. "He's fine. A little sh

, theatrical sobs. "I'm so sorry, Coleman. I

d at her in the mirror. He then turned back t

t. "You will go and you will fix this. You're g

her own successful marketing firm, who had put her career on hold to raise thei

er role. H

d with a blinding, all-consuming passion. The man she had believed was her partner, her savior after

he asked, her voice

onsole, his face close to hers. The smell

" he hissed, his voice low and vicious, for her

lly spat th

like. I needed to show her what she was missing. You were

rld st

rying, the chirping of crickets outside-it al

never l

all a performance. A long, elaborate piece of th

solidified. It became some

side. The "business trips" that were actually vacations with his stepsister. The

preference. It wa

prop. Leo

lair's lips. It was a h

," sh

aken aback by her

oice steady now. "I'll go.

e perfect wife.

t to her office. She closed the door, her hands moving with a calm, delibera

r and typed a name

e known for being a shark. For handl

led the

nswered. "Law offices of Amel

a whisper, but i

t," she said. "As soon as pos

g war. He just d