The Billionaire’s Bride
I started, my voice steady despite the nervous tremor in my hands, "the whole truth, Mr. Kingsley. No more vague pronouncements about family obligations."
He sighed, setting down the muffin. The carefree facade from yesterday seemed to have vanished, replaced by a weariness that etched lines onto his face, making him look older than his years.
"Very well," he began, his voice low and laced with a hint of bitterness. "It all boils down to a will. My grandfather's will,to be precise."
My eyebrows shot up. "Your grandfather? What does that have to do with… us?"
Ethan leaned back in the worn armchair, steepling his fingers. "My grandfather, William Kingsley, is a man obsessed with control. And a
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