RAINE’S POV
Men like Cyril shouldn’t be real.
That was the only thought in my head as I sat quietly on the couch, with a glass of water he’d gotten for me wrapped in my hand.
My grip tightened around it for a second before placing it back on the side table and handing the contract back to him.
He took it without saying a word and gently set it aside. He turned to me and firmly said. “You get access to your trust fund after your birthday,” he stated simply. “You don’t need me to sign anything. It’s yours.”
I blinked, completely caught off guard. “Wait… what do you mean by this?”
He leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest. “I don’t mean anything by it, Raine. I just want you to have full control of your life. Spread your wings. Fly. Design. Launch. Whatever it is you want to
