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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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a thin smile. “Ethan is generous with strays.”

Several guests laughed. Not loudly, but enough.

Carter held the guest’s eyes instead of Victoria’s. “Actually, we met when he spilled cold brew on a term sheet I was reviewing.”

There was a small pause. The guest looked interested. Ethan looked alarmed.

Victoria waved a manicured hand. “Well, yes, darling,continue reading …

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