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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“That makes two of us,” Carter said.

Victoria gave a small, humorless laugh. “Oh, don’t be dramatic. Men like Ethan date women like you all the time when they’re young. It gives them the illusion of independence.”

Carter felt something inside her settle. Not ignite. Not explode. Settle. Sometimes the most dangerous kind of anger was the kind that became continue reading …