The Billionaire Wants My Blood
Language: en
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back at the starting line of the nightmare. My brother, Brad, always had a twisted obsession with playing God. He lived for the aesthetic of the "perfect pair." To broadcast his whirlwind romance with Diana Blackwood—the city’s youngest tech billionaire—he didn't just stop at matching His and Hers bathrobes or synchronized calendars. He decided I was the final piece of his collection. "It’s about symmetry, Nico," he’d said back then, his eyes gleaming with a manic sort of pride. "The billionaire and her protégé, and you—my brother—with her…