Twisted Twins: The Billionaire's Hot Revenge Plan

Andy parked half a block away from the Warrington’s entrance, under the shadow of a delivery awning. He turned off the engine as rain traced delicate silver lines down the windshield, transforming the hotel’s golden-lit doors into a soft, unreal glow. A valet hurried past under a golf umbrella, and Hannah slid lower in her seat, feeling the dress tighten across her lap.Hannah’s breath fogged a small circle on the passenger window. She didn’t look at him. Her fingers worried the hem of the dress where it had ridden up against the seatbelt.“Andy… I’m asking.” Andy turned in his seat, the leather creaking under his weight. For a moment, he simply watched Hannah, her trembling body catching his attention. Slowly, he reached across, careful not to startle her. His knuckles brushed against the inside of her knee, the thin fabric of her dress already warm from her skin.“What are you doing?”Andy withdrew his hand immediately. “Your seat belt.”Hannah blinked, surprised.Andy pointed tow

“I found out in March. The anniversary dinner was in April.”Hannah stared at him. “You sat across from us and smiled through an entire dinner knowing what he was doing to me.”“I sat across from you,” Andy said, and now he did look up, “and I thought about how unfair it was that he got to sit next to you every single night. And I never told him to stop, because I was collecting evidence instead of protecting you. And I’ve hated myself for that decision every day since I made it.”“Then why didn’t you?” Hannah’s voice trembled, her words growing more unsteady as the alcohol dulled her restraint. “You could’ve told him to stop, for Christ’s sake. That first week in March.”“Because I know my brother. Confront him without proof, and he’ll apologize, promise it’s over, then find a better way to hide it. I’ve watched him do it since we were kids…” Andy’s jaw tightened. “Well, at least before Mom took him away.”He leaned back against the sofa, his expression hardening. “I wasn’t tried to

Hannah stood in the marble lobby of Vaughn Holdings at 8:47 the next morning, wearing a blazer she hadn't touched since her last gallery opening, and felt more like herself than she had in six years.Andy found her by the elevators, two coffees in hand, dressed like nothing unusual was happening at all. That was the point, she was learning. Nothing about today could look unusual."Ready?" he asked, handing her a cup."For what, exactly? You never actually told me what happens at nine.""At nine, Marchetti Capital calls Danny's office to withdraw eleven million dollars in funding." Andy checked his watch, unhurried, the way other men checked the weather. "Danny's been counting on that round closing by Friday. Without it, three smaller investors who were only in because Marchetti was in start asking questions of their own.""And you did that. Overnight.""I started it three weeks ago. Overnight I just made a phone call." He pressed the elevator button. "Marchetti's managing partner and

The terrace was empty except for Danny, standing at the railing with a manila folder tucked under one arm like he'd been rehearsing this moment in the mirror."Give me five minutes," Hannah said to Andy, before he could follow her through the doors. "Alone."Andy's jaw tightened, but he stopped at the threshold. "I'll be right here.""I know." She almost smiled. "That's why I can do this alone."The night air outside was sharp enough to clear her head. Danny turned when he heard the doors close, and for a moment his face did the thing it always used to do when he wanted something — soft, a little sad, achingly familiar."You look beautiful tonight," he said. "You always did clean up better than you gave yourself credit for.""You didn't drag me out here to compliment my dress."Danny's smile faltered, just slightly. He held out the folder. "I want this finished, Hannah. All of it. No lawyers dragging it out for eight months, no fighting over furniture. I had my attorney draft a settle

Andy called before the hour was up. "It's a burner," he said, no greeting, straight into it. "Purchased three days ago with a card linked to a shell company Gianna's used before. My assistant traced it in twenty minutes. She wasn't even trying to hide it well." Hannah exhaled something that wasn't quite relief. "So it's nothing. She was just trying to scare me." "That part, yes." A pause stretched too long on the line. "There's something else. I'd rather tell you in person." They met at his penthouse, the same gray couch, the elevator ride up quieter than either of them managed to fill with small talk. Hannah sat upright this time instead of falling apart on it. Andy stood by the window with his hands in his pockets, and for the first time since she'd known this version of him, he looked like a man bracing for a verdict. "I talked to a family lawyer this morning," he said. "Marcu