The Cross Family
The hiss of milk steaming, the scrape of chairs—all of it blurred.
She shook her head, a laugh escaping her, brittle and disbelieving. “No. That’s… that’s ridiculous. Look at me. Do I look like a billionaire? I don’t even have bus fare half the time. I walk everywhere. I eat… eggs and rice because it’s cheap. I owe rent. Billionaires don’t—”
“They do if someone stole their life from them,” Adrian said quietly. His words cut through her protest like glass through cloth.
Casey grinned, leaning back with a flourish. “Welcome to the family, sis. You’ve been sitting on a fortune this whole time and didn’t even know it.”