I thought we were in love. Shared mornings. Tokens engraved with our names. Promises whispered against my skin. I thought I was the one he chose. Until I finally understood— when love and profit stood on opposite sides, he never hesitated. So I walked away. But— I was angry. If all he recognizes is profit, then I’ll give him the perfect choice. A “heiress” with money beyond measure. Ugly. Crude. Cold to the bone. So unbearable that even her breathing makes him instinctively step back. I want to see— for money, how far he’s willing to go.