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.”

time.

“I can be polite,” she said.

Ethan smiled in relief, mistaking diplomacy for surrender. “That’s all I’m asking.”

It wasn’t, of course. He was asking her to shrink. He was asking her to enter a room designed to diminish her and participate in her own reduction so everyone else could enjoy dessert.

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