He Demanded a Prenup, So I Bought His Entire Empire
Language: en
Tonight was my third date with Derek, and it was going to be my last. On our first two dates, I deliberately hid my background as an heiress. I wore cheap off-the-rack sundresses and told him I was just an entry-level marketing coordinator making four thousand a month. He had sneered and said, "Four grand? In New York, that barely covers groceries." "Don't worry, though," he added smugly. "I make two million a year. I have more than enough to take care of you." I almost thought I had found someone genuine—until he laid down his conditions. "Of course, my financial support comes with rules.…