The Rich Man's Game: It's Over
He thought lowering himself to pacify me should be more than enough.
He added smoothly, "Come back to me, Aimee. You can live in my mansion, and I'll put your name on the deed. I'll give you a monthly allowance so you won't have to work anymore."
I glared at him, icy and unyielding. Even now, he saw me as a woman who could be bought with money.
Mistaking my silence for hesitation, Isaiah continued, "Aimee, think about it carefully. This is your one chance to escape that tiny rental and live like a queen. Without me, you'll be stuck struggling forever."