From Boardroom to Bedroom

Chapter 1

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“And the estate, businesses, and all holdings will go to Miranda Dupree.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Sophie Blackwood refused to stay silent. She didn’t know exactly what to do, what to say, but she couldn’t just sit there and do nothing.

How in the hell did her father’s ex-wife—his very young ex-wife—manage to sweep the entire inheritance? She was nothing but a gold-digging socialite.

Unacceptable.

Sophie and her father had never been close, but to will everything to the much younger woman who was no longer even his wife was a slap in the face.

Buckley “Buck” Blackwood continued to disappoint her even in death. Sophie glanced over to the woman in question who actually had the nerve to look surprised. Please, like she hadn’t dug her claws so deep into Sophie’s father... She knew this moment was coming.

Sophie shifted her focus to her brothers who were equally as stunned at the will that their father’s lawyer, Kace LeBlanc, kept right on reading from, listing off each item, as if giving everything to an ex were perfectly normal.

Well, Sophie didn’t have to stay and listen to this nonsense. She loved her brothers, but there was no love between her and Miranda.

Sophie was surprised her narcissistic step-monster didn’t have a whole camera crew here to document this portion of her life. Being one of the star of Secret Lives of NYC Ex-Wives—New York’s version of The Real Housewives—seemed to rule Miranda’s life. The woman always had a crew following her, documenting every aspect of her glittery, flashy lifestyle.

This whole scenario really grated on Sophie’s last nerve.

Miranda already had millions. She didn’t need all of this other stuff from Buck—not the money and not the ranch. Granted, Sophie didn’t need it, either, but damn it, she and her brothers were blood relations. Weren’t they entitled to something?

Did nobody see the vindictive woman Miranda truly was? There had to be a way to prove she wasn’t all high and mighty like so many believed. Sure, the reality show portrayed her as a nurturing, loving woman... Sophie didn’t believe that front for a minute.

Channeling the growing pit of anger in her gut, she met Kellan and Vaughn’s furious stares as she exited the study of her father’s estate.

The only people she cared about were her brothers. They were a team, they always had been. And she knew they would work together to get this travesty of a will overturned. But right now, she was too furious to think, or to concentrate on what their next steps should be. She just needed to get away from her father’s house, where she’d never been happy and where she’d just had to sit through a new betrayal. Most people would have been remorseful after a parent’s passing, and part of Sophie was sad. Buck was her father, but he’d always been a hard bastard to love. Turns out, that hadn’t ended with his death.

As Sophie made her way out into the bright, sunny day, she slid her sunglasses off her head and onto her face. She needed a break. She just wanted an escape even if for just a few days. Royal, Texas, was such a beautiful town and

Sophie absolutely loved it here. But like every small town, it was a hotbed of gossip, and this latest bombshell her father had dropped on them was bound to be the talk of the town for weeks. Everywhere she went, people would be whispering, speculating. The thought made her skin crawl.

But gossip can work both ways, she realized after a moment’s reflection. If she played her cards right, maybe she could turn the situation to her advantage. All the talking everyone would be doing about the scandalous Blackwood inheritance would lead to lots of talk about Miranda, too. If Sophie could uncover anything—a scandal, or a secret, or maybe whatever bit of leverage Miranda must have held over Buck to get him to disinherit his own children—maybe she could use it to get the will overturned.

Sophie pulled out her cell as she settled behind the wheel of her sporty car. Time to get started.

One

Sophie barely recognized herself in the reflection of the mirrored elevator doors. Flying across the country, getting a complete makeover, and coming up with a whole new identity had been quite the feat.

But persistence paid off...or at least she hoped it would.

She’d traveled to New York to spy on Miranda. She had tried chasing down every possible lead in Royal...but none of them had panned out. After two months of failed attempts, she’d realized she needed to widen her net. If she was going to find anything, it would have to be in New York—and it would have to be in a different persona. No one was willing to spill secrets to the stepdaughter who was known to hate Miranda—but perhaps a new identity would let her slip in under the radar. Sophie had no other idea how to find dirt on her stepmother, so she’d taken a very hands-on approach.

For a week now, Sophie had taken on this new look and role, but she still hadn’t gotten used to being someone else. She’d never been this deceitful or this scheming before.