The "Fish Market Girl" Is Actually a Capital Tycoon

Summary

My long-distance boyfriend of several years went bankrupt.

“Faye, they took my mother’s house.” Mark’s voice was a fragile, lost thing over the phone.

I hung up without another word.

That same night, I landed in Port Sterling with everything I owned. I found him, and together, we leased a small stall in the local fish market.

“Don’t worry,” I told him, my voice steady. “I’ll buy it back for you.”

Three years of my hands, perpetually raw and steeped in the stench of fish, earned us two million dollars in scattered bills.