Chapter 1
I kicked my ex in the balls and jumpstarted my fortune with the breakup cash his mom and his new girl threw at me.
Being a rich bitch feels amazing.
But that damn ex? Like a cockroach that just won’t die.
So I did what any self–respecting future billionaire would–I got myself a hot college boy on payroll.
Now my ex is sobbing like a soap opera:
‘You promised me forever, remember? You said we’d be soulmates!”
I held my baby boy’s hand and shrugged,
‘Yeah. Sounds like a Hallmark card to me.”
Took me three sentences to squeeze two million bucks out of two different women.
Not bad for a broke trust fund kid.
Back when my family still had money, everyone said Declan and I were made for each other.
Golden couple. High school sweethearts. Meant to be.
What a joke.
That only worked when my last name still meant something.
Now that our family business tanked, all those people suddenly decided I was “not on Declan’s level anymore.”
Today, his mom invited me for lunch.
She showed up with pearls, Botox, and enough entitlement to fill the country club.
She opened her Prada bag and pulled out a check.
“Five hundred grand,” she said.
“Walk away from Declan. End the engagement.”
I stared at that half–a–mil like it was the Mona Lisa.
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Teary–eyed. Heartbroken. Oscar–worthy.
“Mrs. Whitmore,” I said, voice trembling.
“I love Declan. How could you insult my feelings with just five hundred thousand dollars?”
I deserved an Emmy.
Truth is, I didn’t hear anything after she said “five hundred grand.”
She gave me this tight smile and leaned in.
“Sweetheart, men come and go. But money in the bank?”
“That’s forever. And let’s be real–your family could really use it.”
Translation: You’re broke, honey. Take the money and disappear.
I’m not stupid.
But five hundred K? What am I, a charity case?
I sighed, dabbing the corner of my eye.
“Since we’ve known each other so long… Make it a million.”
“Think of the extra half as a donation to your precious Whitmore legacy.”
She didn’t even flinch.
Just nodded like she wanted the mess gone quickly and quietly.
And there it was.
Two checks. Sitting pretty on the table like twin angels sent by the IRS.
“I’m sorry you don’t believe in my love for Declan,” I whispered.
“So I’ll step aside.”
She left without another word.
The second that door clicked shut, I snatched the checks off the table and wiped away my fake tears.
“Bingo,” I whispered. “Thank you, universe.”
One million dollars for dumping a guy I didn’t even want anymore?
Blessed. Truly blessed.
While I was still admiring my new fortune, the door opened again.
Enter: Barbie.
She was sweet–faced, fake–nailed, and so desperate for Declan it was embarrassing.
Everyone knew she’d been orbiting him for years. Never crossed the line though–‘cause I was in the way.
Now? With the engagement off? Girl came ready to pounce.
She didn’t even sit down before snapping,
“Name your price. Just stay away from Declan.”
I almost laughed out loud.
Another sugar angel sent straight to my Venmo.
Honestly, who fights over a guy who flirts with everyone but commits to no one? If it weren’t for our parents‘ pre–nup agreement, I wouldn’t have touched him with a ten–foot pole.
I tilted my head, sipped my coffee, and smiled.
“Two million,” I said. “Pay up, and he’s all yours.”
She gasped like I’d just slapped her mother.
“Are you insane?! That’s extortion!”
“Wait, are you saying your love’s not worth two million?” I said sweetly. “Yikes.”
Her face turned red–rage or shame, I couldn’t tell.
She whipped out her checkbook and scribbled zero after zero like she was signing a deal with the devil.
Then slammed it on the table.
“You really think Declan’s family will ever accept you? Your whole family’s going down in flames.”
I took the check, kissed it like a prom queen, and smiled.
“Thanks for your concern, hon. Now run along and enjoy your man.”
She grabbed her bag and stormed off with one last threat:
“You better hold up your end. Or I’ll make sure you regret it.”
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The second she was gone, I FaceTimed my bestie.
“Girl. You are not gonna believe the day I’ve had.”
“I just made two million playing breakup broker. I think I found my calling.”
“Do you think the universe can send me, like, five more sugar donors?”
I stared at my brand–new checks like they were lottery tickets.
Sure, two million might be pocket change to billionaires, but to my family?
It’s the damn lifeline we’ve been praying for.
