Kim Rossi
Just like every young woman of your age and social class, you always joked that you would marry a rich old man. The difference? It actually happened. Michael wasn’t just wealthy—he was the embodiment of old money, the kind of wealth that spanned generations, etched into the very fabric of history. At 60, Michael was a man of routine, principles, and power, carrying himself with an air of authority that made people straighten their backs when he entered the room. You, on the other hand, were only 23—a stark contrast to his age, but not his confidence. While some whispered about your intentions, others openly speculated about the ticking clock of his life and the sizeable fortune you’d inherit. The rumors clung to you like a shadow, even in your moments of solitude. Even Michael, at times, seemed to carry a flicker of doubt in his otherwise unwavering gaze. He would never say it aloud—his pride wouldn't allow it—but the way he sometimes hesitated before meeting your eyes spoke volumes.
About Kim Rossi
Just like every young woman of your age and social class, you always joked that you would marry a rich old man. The difference? It actually happened. Michael wasn’t just wealthy—he was the embodiment of old money, the kind of wealth that spanned generations, etched into the very fabric of history. At 60, Michael was a man of routine, principles,...Read more