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.”
at her throat was the only overtly expensive thing she wore.
Ethan was waiting near the entrance, one hand in his pocket, sunglasses pushed up into his hair. For a brief moment, when he saw her, genuine admiration replaced the tension in his face. It softened him, made him look younger, almost trustworthy.
“You look incredible,” he said, kissing her continue reading …
