Cara Memoroti Uang Pacar Novels & Stories

“That’s stupid. She can’t ask you to give up that money. What kind of woman does that?” “Careful, you’re talking about my almost fiancée there,” I said, not appreciating the way he was speaking of her. He shook his head, sucking down the water that had been delivered. “I think you need to get your money and then dump her. Sign the paperwork, get the money transferred into an account, and cut her loose. Or if you insist you have to be with her, tell her you donated the money and put it in an offshore account. She’ll never know.”

My heart shatters as she says so with such confidence before the blond-haired blue-eyed sister to the man I love bounces over to Darcia, warmly greeting her. ‘True Mate? But aren’t I his true Mate’ I think That is when I see it. The moment Riker hugs Darcia, her werewolf mark shimmers a brilliant gold, something we are told as children will only happen if we have found a mate truly and one hundred percent meant for us. I can see the tenderness Riker has for her in his gaze and the truth hits me like a bolt of lightning. I am not Riker’s true mate. Darcia is.