She signed the divorce papers in silence—no one knew her billionaire father was watching from the back of the room…

want your money,” she said softly. “And I don’t want the car.”

She signed carefully:

Emily Reed Carter.

The sound of the pen against paper felt louder than it should have.

She placed it down and pushed the documents forward.

“It’s done. You’re free.”

Ethan smiled, satisfied.

“Good. At least you know your place.”

Vanessa clapped lightly.

“Well, that was almost continue reading …