The Night Her Account Hit A Hundred Billion
Language: en
I selected a diamond ring at the auction house, intending it to be my wedding band with Marcus Ashford. But no matter how high I bid, the young woman Marcus sponsored always topped my offer by a single chip. Marcus laughed, a sound laced with indulgent exasperation. “Babe, the kid has a thing for sparkly bits. Let her have it, be sweet.” In return, I executed the scorched-earth close. Daisy Monroe ran out of the room that day, crying. Marcus kissed my forehead with a look of helpless affection. “My impulsive little firecracker.” He didn't follow Daisy. And for the next year of our…