The Billionaire's Regret
Beneath it, a list of sponsors, a column for senior donors, and of course.
“Shit,” I muttered.
Daniella reacted instantly. “You found the name?”
“No. I found something worse.”
My index finger tapped one line.
Javier Belsky – Patron Council Member.
Of course my oldest brother sat there as an honorary guest. Because my life would never feel complete without a little prestige flavored torture from the man who once locked my hamster in the fridge and called it a science experiment.
“Javier,” I murmured. “Living proof that Belsky DNA sometimes leaves the factory defective.”