A Game With The Billionaire
He’s a Hart, he better start acting like it.
“Tell him to come home tonight, else. I will freeze his credit cards, and take it all away.” At thirty-three, I still have to threaten my own son before he can get serious with his life.
“Alright, ma’am.”
I look at the portraits hanging on the wall. The Hart family has multiplied over the years, sons, daughters, cousins, aunts, uncles, grandchildren all perfectly arranged in frames.
Wives and children. Grandchildren, cousins scattered around the continents, though some family members decided to build their roots here. I step closer, examining the portraits that my brother, Lucien is.
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