From Ruin to Riches: His True Love Story

n the pockets of my simple, dark suit. I immediately spotted them. Jen was draped over Tyrone near the main auction stage, her l

d me as I made my way to an empty table in the corner. I could feel their condescending gazes,

s, bespoke jewelry, original artwork. Jen's hand was in the air for every single one, her voice ringing out with ridicul

ross the room and mouthe

ok a sip

tage Patek Philippe watch. It was elegant, timeless, and understated. My mothe

auctioneer was about to bring the hamm

id, my voice clear and calm

bid. The h

Mr. Andr

ould give the watch to Molly. I didn't notice Jen storming towards my ta

that?" s

watch," I

upid watch?" Her voice was rising, drawing attention. "I told

He's just a soulless rich kid. He doesn't understa

x this. Right now. You are going to go up there and pay for everything I won

urious face to Tyro

en stared at me as if I'd s

did yo

ur boyfriend's new toys, Jen. You wanted to prove you could

rimson. The sycophants who had

id something else. Her hand flew through the air and connected

ing on my skin, and I knew it was the last time she

our birthday. When I'm supposed to legally merge with your fortune. I will stand on that s

ed off, Tyrone scram

at. Let her plan her big, dramatic rejection. Her humiliation wo