Don't Mess With the Adopted Girl

My name is Claire. I always thought I was just the castoff of the Blackwell family — until the two people I'd called Mom and Dad for eighteen years had me thrown out in front of the police. They expected me to cry. To beg. What no one knew was that my true identity was the long-lost legitimate daughter of the Montague family — one of Crystalbrook's most powerful dynasties. What no one knew was that Vincent, the enigmatic billionaire, was my cousin. And what no one knew was… we'd already shared a night we never should have. That night, he gripped my jaw, his voice low and dangerous: "Who sent you?" I twisted his wrist free and smiled, eyes curving soft: "Guess." Later, he leaned against the car door, and when he spoke again, his voice had dropped to something quieter — "Claire… if I told you I want you — would that be allowed?" I was silent for three seconds. Because I didn't know myself whether the reason my heart was racing was anger — or something else entirely.