The Hostile Takeover
Language: en
Everyone in the Upper East Side circle knew I’d been obsessed with Asher Sterling since we were kids. He went to Exeter; I went to Exeter. He learned eight languages; I learned eight languages. He studied finance at Wharton; I studied finance at Wharton. The Sterling and Vance families were destined to merge. Our business empires were too intertwined; one couldn't survive without the other. But on our wedding day, Asher made a detour on his way to the altar. He flew straight to Paris to save his "one that got away"—the damsel in distress. We were childhood sweethearts, and now, we were…