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.”

to keep an open mind.”

Before Carter could answer, Ethan’s father appeared at his wife’s side carrying a drink that matched his tan almost exactly. Richard Delaney was broad, silver-haired, and loud in the deliberate way of men who had built entire identities around being obeyed. He looked Carter over once and dismissed her with the ease of long practice.continue reading …