The Billionaire’s Sister
My favorite doll company just dropped a limited-edition ball-jointed doll, and I was ten thousand dollars short on the deposit. So, I whipped out my phone and tapped on my chat with my older brother, Damien.
[Hey, Damien! Quick, I need ten thousand dollars to welcome the newest member of our family! Xoxo]
Ten minutes later, my phone finally buzzed. I checked it with a massive grin on my face, but my usually doting brother’s reply was out of character.
[You’re way too young to be a homewrecker. Just wait until I get you. You’re going to get what's coming to you.]
I was confused. I was just starting to wonder if Damien’s account had been hacked when a furious pounding rattled my front door