With a half-billion dollars at stake, this playboy needs a plan.
Hiring his brotherâs ex is just the start.
To earn his inheritance, Valentino LeBlanc must switch jobs with his twin, or so says his fatherâs will. Val vows to succeed at any cost, but to win, he needs Sabrina Corbinâhis brotherâs beautiful ex and consultant extraordinaire. Their chemistry is combustible and undeniable...and soon a pregnancy surprise may raise the stakes even higher...
USA TODAY bestselling author KAT CANTRELL read her irst Mills & Boon novel in third grade and has been scribbling in notebooks since she learned to spell. Sheâs a Harlequin So You Think You Can Write winner and a Romance Writers of America Golden Heart® Award inalist. Kat, her husband and their two boys live in north Texas.
Also by Kat Cantrell
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The Things She Says The Baby Deal The CEOâs Little Surprise A Pregnancy Scandal The Pregnancy Project From Enemies to Expecting Best Friend Bride One Night Stand Bride Contract Bride
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07643-2
Wrong Brother, Right Man
© 2018 Kat Cantrell
Published in Great Britain 2018
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One
Soulless. The CEOâs office of LeBlanc Jewelers in Chicagoâs Diamond District hadnât changed since the last time Val had darkened the door. Despite sharing a last name with the man behind the desk, this was the last place heâd choose to be. Which was too bad considering it was going to be Valâs office for the next six months.
Valâs brother Xavier sat back in his chair and eyed him. âReady to take over?â
âNot by my choice.â Val flopped into one of the seats ringing the desk, more than happy to let Xavier keep the chair on the other side. That was where his brother belonged. Val didnât. âBut yeah. The sooner we get this nightmare over with, the better.â
There were few things Val disliked more than the chain of jewelry stores that bore his name. His old man came in a close second, or would if he hadnât died two months ago.
If there was any justice in the worldâa concept Val lost faith in the moment heâd heard the terms of the willâthe LeBlanc patriarch even now was being roasted over an open flame. Which wouldnât be nearly punishment enough for forcing him to switch places with his twin brother.
LeBlanc peddled diamonds for Godâs sakeâthe most useless of all possessions on the planetâhawking propaganda that coerced men into spending thousands of dollars on a rock for their lady that would eventually be worth a quarter of what theyâd paid for the piece. Not that it would matter overmuch in the divorce settlement.
âThe nightmare is all mine,â Xavier corrected.
âPlease. You got the easy task.â Val ran a hand through his longish hair, as he willed a brewing headache into submission. âI have to increase the profits of a company Iâve scarcely set foot in. If pushing LeBlanc over the billion-dollar mark in revenue for the calendar year was simple, youâd have done it already.â
His brotherâs near-identical features mirrored none of the indignation that Val felt. Of course not. Xavier had never met an emotion he could tolerate, showing the same arrogant, coldhearted behavior as their father. No mystery why Xavier had been the favorite.