The Sterling Rule: We Protect Our Own
Language: en
My mother traded her life for my golden ticket into high society. Before she took her last breath, she forced my biological father—a man worth billions—to acknowledge my existence. The second I stepped into the Sterling estate, my half-sister swirled her red wine, her gaze grazing over me like I was a speck of dust. "I don't care where you came from. Just keep your head down." My half-brother crushed his cigar into an ashtray, his voice low and dangerous. "Once you walk through that door, you play by the Sterling rules. Watch yourself." I understood. They hated me. So, I tried my best…