I Let My Bully Steal My Billionaire Black Card

Summary

My parents just opened a luxury hot spring resort upstate, and they gave me the very first black membership card.

I didn’t have time to use it, so when it went missing from my dorm room a week ago, I didn’t think much of it. I figured it had just slipped behind my desk.

But tonight, my phone buzzed. It was my dad.

"Sophie, sweetie," he said, sounding confused. "Did you forget that your card only provides a discount? It isn't a pre-paid debit card."

I frowned, leaning back against my headboard. "I know that, Dad. Why?"