The Heiress's Heart, Reclaimed By Love

my father adopted seven boys who were meant to be my future,

s they were only playing along to secure my f

reaking my leg. He publicly shamed me at an auction, buyin

, where a private video of me crying ove

's plot, he confessed to her crimes to protect her,

e still had

looked him in the eye and

ing you a long

ended me, Sterling Prescott, and announc

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I'm going to marry

exas heat. The scent of old leather and his expensive cigar filled my lu

carved from years of commanding the Golden Thorn Ranch and a vast oil empire, was a mask of confusion

adopted for me were standing right outside. "And if not Jax, th

rough fire? They wouldn't even walk across the

d been heading to the stables to see my horse, Midnight, when I heard their voice

umped from the hayloft that time to impress her." He snorted. "I was just t

you can be. She hates loud music, so I blast it. She hates dirt in the house, so I tra

ord twisted

d, my hand pressed against the

s us, you know? Not just what we can do for the ranch. Jax is the only one not playing the gam

ieving my mother, my father adopted seven promising boys from foster care. They were meant to be my protectors, my future, the heirs to my e

on me, calling me petty and spoiled. They'd made me believe I was the problem. They had gas

my heart a leaden weight in my chest, towards the old stables. And there, silhouette

ds tangled in her blonde hair, kissing her with a despera

er, you know you're the only one for me. She'll get a ring and a title. But m