I Wanted your Empire, Not your Heart

We were the four girls the Sterling family took in.

My foster mother, Mrs. Sterling, had one goal: to groom the most exceptional of us to marry her son, Damian Sterling.

The other three—Lily, Sarah, and Maya—they learned flower arranging, dance, and how to charm Damian.

Me? I learned finance, management, and how to bleed his family’s company dry.

Damian cornered me against a wall, a smirk playing on his lips, smug and sure of himself.

"Playing your little seduction games? I despise ambitious women."

He thought I wanted him.