I Only Marry the Real Billionaire

Summary

In the twenty years I spent surviving away from my biological family, the only real defense mechanism I ever mastered was my absolute refusal to let things slide. I take people at their word. I keep receipts.

At my engagement party, my supposed fiancé, Garrett Dylan, held my adopted sister Tiffany’s hand in front of a room full of hundreds of guests and looked me dead in the eye.

"Money and status are just material things," he said, his voice echoing through the grand ballroom.