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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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glided forward over darkening water, beautiful and financed.

Carter slipped the phone back into her clutch, her face composed. Above them, gulls wheeled in the fading light like scraps of white paper caught in the wind.

When she turned from the rail, Ethan was walking toward her with that careful expression he used when he wanted agreement more than continue reading …

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