On the third day after learning I was the adopted heiress, I did something that would shake Aster City high society to its core. I kidnapped my supposed older brother, Soren Ashford. I had the handcuffs, the basement, and the black tape ready. Everyone said the Ashford heir was aloof and elegant, a man as untouchable as ice. Only I knew how close wanting him had driven me to madness. We weren't related by blood, and I was already crossing a line, so I might as well go all the way. The strange part was that he'd been missing for 48 hours, yet my family, who normally made a crisis out of nothing, hadn't called the police. Instead, they kept exchanging knowing looks right in front of me. 'Do they all know?'