Trading The Heir For Ten Million
Language: en
It was my seventeenth birthday, and I was staring at the flickering candles on my cake, about to make a wish. Rhys Ellington, out of nowhere, spoke. “Can you just give the scholarship money to Anya? You’ve already taken everything you can from my family by living here—do you really have to be greedy for that tiny bit of cash, too?” Rhys had always been selectively mute. Since childhood, this was the first time he had ever spoken to me—and he was doing it for the transfer student. I didn't dare say a word. I simply conceded. After all, I was just the poor, live-in ward who had secretly…