After recognizing the richest man's father, his boyfriend who pretended to be poor for three years regretted his madness.
Language: en
It was the third year I'd been running my flower shop to keep my boyfriend, Leo Donovan, afloat, and he'd just declared bankruptcy. Again. The first time, I'd sold the house my grandma left me for him, paying off $100,000. The second time, I'd dug out the savings account my mom had left for my dowry, and paid off $250,000. This third time, I stared into his lost, vacant eyes, my fingers clutching the number of my billionaire father—the man who, in my mind, had been dead to me for years. I hesitated, wondering if I should dial. But that very night, I accidentally saw a message pop up on…