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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clear in her tone. “And that’s all there is to it.”

She turned her back on him, walking toward the stairs that led to the bridge, to the upper deck, where she would take the reins of her empire.

Behind her, Ethan called her name one last time. But Carter didn’t look back.

The night had settled around the yacht like a cloak, the city lights glimmering continue reading …