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.”
what matters. Not the rest of it. Not your family, not the yacht, none of it.”
Ethan took a step forward, his voice barely a whisper. “Carter, please. Just—just listen. I didn’t know what to do. I’ve spent my whole life doing what they told me, believing their way of thinking. But this… it’s all wrong. And I don’t know how to fix it.”
