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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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deck, waiting for their instructions. Her legal advisor was now at her side, looking like he was trying to hold back a smirk.

“Take them to the marina,” Carter said to the officers, her voice cool. “We’re done here.”

Ethan’s face twisted with panic. “Wait, Carter, you can’t just—”

But Carter was already turning away, walking briskly toward the stairs continue reading …

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