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.”

group. They are overleveraged, thin on liquidity, and relying on appearances to buy time.”

Carter rested one hand on the folder. “Do they know?”

“They know they owe Crestline,” Daniel said. “They do not know who will own Crestline by Monday afternoon.”

That answer should have satisfied her. Instead, something colder moved quietly through her chest. Ethan’s continue reading …