Sourme
Sourme's Book(1)
What If I Don't Want Your $
Romance What would you do if, on the day your mother died, she revealed that she was the first heir of a notorious mafia, and her ex-husband, also known as your father, was the wealthiest man in the world?
Diane, a homeless girl who had never seen the inside of a classroom, unexpectedly catches the attention of her CEO brother.
Her life, it seemed, was destined to return to the glamorous paths of stardom.
But Dane shrugged it off, indifferent.
After all, there was already a perfect substitute for her at home; there was no need for her to reclaim her true identity.
Yet fate had other plans. A web of hidden crime and conflicting interests dragged her into a dark alley, pushing her to the brink of despair.
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Diane tilted her head, looking at the man in the chair. Her eyes were like mirrors filled with water, clearly but falsely.
"What if I don’t want your money?"
Her young father immediately thought of his company, his shares, his networking...
This daughter, destined for nobility, but cruelly toyed with by fate, had fallen to the dust and finally returned to him. Of course, she wanted to reclaim everything that was supposed to belong to her.
But he didn't like this ambition.
Diane laughed heartily, "You don't think I want more assets, do you? You are such a boring dictator."
Her voice was imperious, and in her trembling laughter, the man saw the madness of her mother. "Hahhhhhaha, what I want is-
“All your successors! hahhahhhh"
"Your adopted son! “ Tyrone Stott.
"Your stepson! “ Syed Stott.
"And your son-in-law!” Julian King.
"Why would I want your money? I don't even want your love.”
That innocent yet cruel smile, the icy gaze, belonged to a better master.
” I abandoned you, my father."
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