They Put My Sister on the Auction Block, Then the Sinclair Heiress Came Home

I returned to New York after three years abroad, ready to take my place as the Sinclair family's successor. Instead, I walked into a private auction and saw my younger sister bound beneath the spotlight. Her fiancé was helping sell her, while the people who ruined my mother laughed from the front row. They believed our family had no power left—and that I was dead. But the ballroom stood on Sinclair property, my investigators were already moving into position, and the ring on my finger proved exactly who I was. I hadn't come home in time to prevent their cruelty. I had come home to end it.