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.”

underestimated everyone who didn’t play by their rules.

Before Victoria could respond, there was a sudden, sharp sound—like a horn blaring across the water. The yacht lurched slightly, sending a ripple through the guests. The mood shifted immediately, and Carter turned, her heart racing slightly. Her eyes narrowed as a police boat appeared in the distance,continue reading …