Loving You Was a Dead End
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Summary
On my first date with billionaire's son Leo Maxwell, he mocked my $200 dress—saved from months of part-time work—calling it cheap polyester that would "shock" him. He made me take it off and burned it. Left shivering in the snow in a thin top, I endured laughter from him and his cashmere-coated friends.
The next day, he blocked me with his Ferrari at school, loudly apologizing with a Van Cleef necklace. "Country folks aren't picky about fabric. Use this for better clothes, or my card."
