Loving The Stolen Savior
Language: en
Brett wanted a custom UV-shielded platinum Patek Philippe. I leaned against the kitchen island, swirled the ice in my glass, and smiled faintly. "We went under, Brett. My family filed for Chapter 11 this morning. We're completely bankrupt." He froze, his fingers hovering over the glossy catalog spread across the counter. For three seconds, the room was suspended in dead silence. Then, a dark, ugly flush crept up his pale neck. "Are you out of your goddamn mind?" he snapped, slamming the catalog shut. "Right now? You couldn't have held out for another month? I told everyone in my coven I’d…