He Hides His Identity for My Stepsister

“I made a decision already,” I said, holding the phone to my ear. “For the sake of your illegitimate daughter, I’m going to marry that vegetative guy from the Hale family.”

My father didn’t hesitate. “That’s the right choice,” he said, pride swelling in his voice. “You’re a good sister, Freya. Ivy will be thrilled. I’ll get the wedding dress ready.”

Then came the reward—his way of softening the blow. A private estate outside the city. Peace. Twenty million. But what’s worse is that he wanted me to give up my butler, Jaxon, for Ivy. Again.