My sister, Catherine Montclair, wasn’t supposed to find out
But she did.
And the moment she realized I was the anonymous benefactor who had saved Jasper Sterling–the richest man in the country, the same man who had been searching for me for years–she lost her mind.
Before I could explain, she called a family meeting, dropped the truth like a bomb, and snatched the sapphire crest brooch Jasper had sent me.X
With a flip of her hair and way too much confidence, she decided to meet him in my place.
Cathy and my parents didn’t waste a second fantasizing about a future dripping in wealth.
Clutching the brooch, Cathy’s eyes practically sparkled, “Jasper Sterling isn’t married, right? He must want to marry the person who saved his life!”
She turned to me, smug. “Let’s be real, Cassle. I’m smarter, prettier, and just way more suited to be his wife than you are.”
I didn’t argue. I didn’t flinch. I simply nodded, agreeing with every word!
They sneered, convincing me I was a failure and that I was just rolling over and accepting my fate
I wasn’t bothered.”
Because, unlike them, I knew the truth.!!
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Jasper Sterling wasn’t looking for me to propose.
He was looking for me because he needed my organs.
[According to reports, Jasper Sterling, the nation’s wealthiest businessman, has been secretly searching for the life–saving benefactor who rescued him as a child in a small countryside town…]
Cathy, my twin sister, flicked off the TV with a sharp press of the remote. She turned to me, her eyes narrowing with curiosity. “Wait a second. Didn’t he say his benefactor was from the countryside? Isn’t that exactly what you told us before?”
She leaned forward, her expression sharpening. “You came home orice, all proud, claiming you’d saved someone. I remember we didn’t believe you. Then you pulled out some rock and called it your token.” She stretched out her hand expectantly, “Show me the stone now.”
I froze, instinctively running my fingers over my arms and my stomach–searching for
