My Husband Bet Our Daughter So She Bankrupted Him
Language: en
It was Juniper’s ‘Sip and See’ party, and the air was thick with the scent of lilies and new money. Savannah Wells, the woman Rhys Caldwell always called his "associate" but who acted more like a sister-wife, leaned into him, her smile a predatory arc, and proposed a game. A high-stakes one. Rhys didn’t just indulge her; he looked at her with a careless, almost doting air. “How do you want to play, Sav?” Savannah’s gaze landed on me—a deliberate, challenging dart—then settled on the baby in my arms. “Let’s play with the dice. Best two out of three.” “If I lose,” she purred, “that prime…