The Billionaire's Discarded Pet Leaves for Good
Language: en
After my mother slapped me twice across the face for ruining her only wool coat—the one presentable thing she had left in the world—I made a vow: I would never, under any circumstances, be poor again. So when I managed to tether myself to Harrison Kane, I used every trick in my arsenal to run off every gilded songbird that fluttered into his orbit. Over five years, everyone in our circle began to assume I would eventually become the future Mrs. Kane. At private lounge parties, his friends would smirk and tease us across low-lit booths: "Word is, Harrison threw down an ungodly blanket bid…