The Sister He Destroyed A Billionaire's Regret

On my twenty-fourth birthday, a doctor told me how long I had left to live.

When I called my brother, my family was throwing a birthday party for their adopted daughter.

Laughter and music bled through the phone.

I felt nothing.

"Logan, I'm dying. Late-stage brain cancer."

"Can you send me five thousand dollars?"

Logan Maddox laughed like I'd told him a joke.

"You made up cancer? That's your play for sympathy now? You really think we'd fall for that?"

"When we threw you out four years ago, I told you — unless you cripple both your legs as penance, don't ever think about setting foot…