During our lavish engagement party, I watched from the balcony as my fiancée sh0ved my mother into the decorative fountain. “Your cheap clothes are ruining my aesthetic,” she laughed with her wealthy friends.

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During our lavish engagement party, I watched from the balcony as my fiancée sh0ved my mother into the decorative fountain. “Your cheap clothes are ruining my aesthetic,” she laughed with her wealthy friends.

PART 1

I didn’t yell.

I calmly pulled out my phone and liquidated the $10 million trust fund I had just established for her.

She believed she had secured a polished billionaire from high society.

She had no idea my empire had been built in the toughest neighborhoods of the city—

and I knew exactly how to strip someone of everything they valued.

The splash was louder than the orchestra, but my fiancée’s laughter sliced through the ballroom like broken glass.

From the balcony, I watched my mother surface in the marble fountain while two hundred guests pretended not to stare.

Vivian Ashcroft stood beside the fountain wearing a silver gown worth more than the apartment where I grew up.

“Your cheap clothes are ruining my aesthetic,” she announced loudly enough for all of her friends to hear.

They laughed behind jeweled hands.

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