The Billionaire Charged Me Rent

Summary

My fiancée was one of the youngest self-made tech moguls in the city, her net worth splashed across local business journals before she turned thirty.

Yet on our very first official date, before the dessert plates were even cleared, she slid her credit card forward and asked the waiter to split the check straight down the middle.

"If we go fifty-fifty on everything," Meredith had told me, her dark eyes steady and calculating beneath the restaurant’s amber lights, "that’s the only way I’ll ever know you’re here for me, not my portfolio."