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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.”

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in the clean, expensive way that made strangers assume good breeding and good intentions were the same thing.

“You’re overthinking this,” he said, tearing bread with his hands. “My mom can be intense, but once she sees you’re serious about me, she’ll come around.”

Carter lifted one eyebrow. “Your mother once asked whether my ‘coffee phase’ was meant continue reading …

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