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"Bound By The Wrong Brother"

Author: Evie Schoofs

Chapter 1 1

Word Count: 761 | Released on: 30/03/2026

s plane in the air," Harper snapped, her knuckles a blood

the glittering, suffocating grid of Manhat

steep ascent pressed her

g box sat heavy and mocking, a phy

echoed in her ears,

th Sterling, Harper, or I freeze

c nausea clawed

et box and hurled it across the cabin. It hit the stainless st

over, her face pale with concern.

y. "Leave me alone. Bring me a d

d quickly and retre

egan to vibrate violently. The caller

red reject button, a rush of adre

ter, the phone

displayed a custom r

e knew her father. If she ignored him, he would fr

wiped the screen and pres

voice barked through the speaker,

d her breath

her voice flat. "We're heading to Maui to wo

with me, Harper. Send me a picture of the two of you righ

r heart hammering a frantic, p

he screen, pulling up her

ii photo. NOW.

, her lungs burned as

izing seco

otoshop job: Sterling and Harper, smili

arded the image to her

Check your assistant's

followed by Howard's heavy sigh, the te

ng! The Vera Wang fitting is moved to next Tuesday. You need to d

harp, stabbing migraine pulsing behind her

table, she crushed it directly against the phone'

ed over the noise. "We're over the P

last time, ended the call, and immediat

into a heavy, r

quietly, placing a crystal gla

urning swallow. The liquor scorch

ulled out a manila folder-a highly clas

in a dark alley, handing a briefcase to a towering, broad-shouldered man. The

ver the intercom, announcing

a fixer. A cleaner. And he was her only lead to the m

his jaw, her pulse steadyin

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“My father gave me an ultimatum: marry a man I despise or lose my entire inheritance. I chose to run, boarding a private jet with no intention of looking back. But his reach is absolute. The phone buzzed before we even left New York airspace. "Send me a picture with Sterling now," his voice barked, "or I'm calling your pilot to turn that jet around." I faked the photo and fled to Las Vegas, my last resort. My mission was simple: find my father's illegitimate son, the one secret that could break his hold over me. My only lead was a grainy picture of a ruthless fixer, a man who cleaned up my father's messes. I found him in a desolate diner, a giant of a man surrounded by a wall of guards. I gambled everything on a single coin toss for the information I needed. He saw right through my desperate bluff. He leaned in close, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. "In my city, the house always wins." I was left standing there, humiliated and defeated. But as he turned to leave, he glanced over his shoulder. "But you're lucky. Today, I'm just curious what Howard Bright's daughter is doing so far from home." He had seen me not as a threat, but as a curiosity. I had lost the battle, but I wasn't done yet. I was no longer running. I was hunting.”