Dating The Heir Hiding From His Uncle

Summary

It was a terrible day. I drove to a quiet, old cemetery and chose a headstone that looked appropriately tragic. I sat on the grass, hugged the cool marble, and just let myself dissolve into tears.

Turns out, the grave belonged to a trust fund playboy.

His mother, Mrs. Worthington, saw the genuine desperation in my breakdown. She approached, quiet as a ghost, and pressed a bank slip into my hand. Five million dollars.

“Sweetheart, if you spend it, just ask your Aunt Clara for more.” (I was quickly given a new 'aunt'.) “You’re not like those other vultures. I like spending money on you.”