I never told my boyfriend’s arrogant parents that I was the one who owned the bank holding all their debt. To them, I was just “some barista with no future.” At their luxury yacht party, his mother sneered and shoved a drink into my hands, spilling it down my dress. “Staff should stay below deck,” she said coldly. His father laughed. “Careful—don’t ruin the furniture.”

an empire. Carter’s world had shifted from one of quiet anticipation to one of ruthless focus. She no longer had the luxury of looking back. She had done what she set out to do: owned the debt, controlled the bank, and watched as the Delaneys—Ethan included—were swept from her life.

Yet, despite the rush of success, there was an unsettling quiet within continue reading …