Pampered By The Ruthless Billionaire Uncle

Chapter 6

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sun-drenched solarium of the Sterling estate, sketching designs in a leather-bound no

's number that morning, a necessary evi

was delivered to your house. Did you get it? She said sh

Sophia's real motive: to confirm the trap was set and to gauge Vivi

placid lake. "It's very... striking. But tha

ediately soured. "Vivienne, sh

were cut off by a theatrical gasp from his end of the

My an

icked concern. "Sophia! What happened?

ophia just fell down the stairs or something. I have

ne wen

n her previous life, this fake injury had lured Brant away for an entire day, causing him to miss a di

be bothered to f

as a gift. It gave her

the manicured gardens, and dialed the number

ing. His voice was a low barit

need a favor. An expert witness, you

lmost hear the gears turning in his

liate me with a counterfeit gown. I need the most respected, most unimp

e Sophia. She

dear, little troublemaker," Julian's voice was lac

e smile. "Consider it a proposal for

Alistair Finch. He was formerly the head of Christie'

in the worlds of high fashion and art

a feeling of satisfaction settling deep in h

u at th

d voice in the background on his end. "Mr.

aker off. "Cancel it. Resche

th spreading through her. He had just p

his boss end the call with a thoughtful expression. He made a qu

future Mrs. Ca

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“Vivienne Sterling was bound to a steel chair in a derelict warehouse, trembling as the metallic taste of her own blood filled her mouth. The thug torturing her put his phone on speaker, revealing a truth that shattered her world: her kidnapping was ordered by her best friend, Sophia. Worse, her fiancé Brant was on the line, his voice dripping with an intimacy he never showed Vivienne. "Of course I love you, baby. The engagement to Vivienne is just business. As soon as the project is finalized, I'm telling her it's over." Every sacrifice she had made for Brant-giving up Yale, fighting her family-was just a pathetic joke. As she choked on her blood, trying desperately to scream, a thug brought a heavy steel pipe down on her spine. In her fading vision, she saw Brant's formidable uncle, Julian Carlisle, bursting through the warehouse doors too late. How could she have been so utterly blind to their deceit? She died consumed by a tidal wave of regret and burning hatred, her soul screaming that if she had another chance, she would make them pay in blood. Suddenly, the absolute darkness was ripped away. Blinding sunlight stabbed her eyes. She wasn't dead on a cold concrete floor. She was sitting in the plush passenger seat of Brant's Bentley, wearing a Chanel gown from exactly one year ago. She looked at the man who had discarded her life so easily, raised her hand, and slapped him across the face.”