A Billionaire's Bargain
Her eyes darted between us, her body tense.
My father’s lips curled into a sneer. “Ah, the culprit makes her entrance. You must be... Araceli, isn’t it? The little gold-digger.”
Are you proud of yourself, angel?” he continued, his words dripping venom, his tone condenscending “Did you see this as your mega chance, huh? What did you see in my son, a billionaire's bank account to lift you out of that cheap life of yours? A golden ticket out of the gutters?”
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