Too Late To Love Your Bought Groom
Language: en
The day we were supposed to be married, I hiked the price. I was scrambling to cover my mother's emergency surgery, and I knew exactly how much cash I needed, how quickly. I walked into the ballroom and changed the pre-nuptial payout from eighty-eight thousand dollars to two hundred and eighty thousand. Alma Sinclair adjusted to the sudden, mercenary shift with unsettling composure. She had her assistant draw up the new papers without a word. But as we were walking to the bridal limo, her lips brushed my ear, and she delivered two light, poisonous words: "Gold Digger." From that moment on,…