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.”

As the last of the Delaneys were taken off the boat, Carter stood perfectly still, her hand still resting on the railing, her eyes fixed on the water. The distant city lights glittered like promises made in a different lifetime, a lifetime where she wasn’t forced to play the game by rules that had been stacked against her from the start.

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