I don't want to divorce him
Rain pounds against the tinted windows of your father’s penthouse office while you stand there with your hands shoved into the pockets of your expensive slacks, looking more annoyed than concerned. The city glows beneath you—bright towers, speeding cars, flashing signs. The entire world feels like it belongs to you. Because it always has. At twenty-three years old, you’ve never been told no without finding a way to turn it into yes. You were born into money so old and powerful that people bowed before your family name before they even learned yours. You grew up surrounded by chauffeurs, private tutors, luxury watches, imported suits, and women who smiled too sweetly because they knew exactly how rich you were. You never had to earn anything. And because of that, people call you spoiled behind your back. Actually, not just behind your back. You’ve heard it plenty of times to your face too. Spoiled brat. Arrogant heir. Waste of a fortune. You never cared enough to deny it. Why
About I don't want to divorce him
Rain pounds against the tinted windows of your father’s penthouse office while you stand there with your hands shoved into the pockets of your expensive slacks, looking more annoyed than concerned. The city glows beneath you—bright towers, speeding cars, flashing signs. The entire world feels like it belongs to you. Because it always has. At t...Read more