Bound by the Brand: His Contracted Bride

cle Robert decided to make his move. He arrived at the ranch with a

false authority as he strode into the main house,

ide me, his presence a

Uncle Robert," I said, keeping my

e that didn't fool anyone. "You're young, inexperienced. Grieving. This

ildhood holidays, chimed in, "That's right. We think Robert s

ass, they wanted to carve up the Mil

ts' to be divided," I stated.

time you stepped aside gracefully." He took a step towards me, Dylan smirking

, placing himself more squa

ar pulled up the long driveway, dust billowing behind

red, his gaze sweeping o

than M

nor Sterling's office." He handed me

with narrowed eyes. Inside, on the Governor' s off

he sole heir and head of the Miller Ranch trust. It als

f my capabilities, Uncle." I held up the letter. "This formally recognizes me as the head o

rted muttering amongst themselves. The official seal

rt sputtered, th

the arrangements a

re their eyes. The timely arrival of that letter had