The moment Adrian heard it, his body froze.
Zara Ashford’s biological sister.
The Ashford. The richest man alive.
His chest tightened, the air suddenly too thin to breathe. He didn’t wait to hear another word. He turned and walked away, forcing his legs to move, forcing his face to remain calm.
He muttered an excuse about going to the bathroom and slipped away, but the truth was he needed somewhere his thoughts could spiral freely, unseen. His mind flooded with truths he could never speak aloud.
No. It couldn’t be her.
Zara couldn’t possibly be the lost sister Victor had always talked about the one who vanished years ago, the one Ashford still searched for in silence.
If Victor found out, it would be over.
Everything Adrian had worked for his influence, his position, his carefully
