I never told my boyfriend’s snobbish parents that I owned the bank holding their massive debt. To them, I was just a “barista with no future.” At their yacht party, his mother pushed me toward the edge of the boat and sneered, “Service staff should stay below deck,” while his father laughed, “Don’t get the furniture wet, trash.” My boyfriend adjusted his sunglasses and didn’t move. Then, a siren blared across the water. A police boat pulled up alongside the yacht… and the Bank’s Chief Legal Officer stepped aboard with a megaphone, looking directly at me. “Madam President, the foreclosure papers are ready for your signature.” – usnews 0/2

Victoria let out a sound that was half-scream, half-sob. The officers moved in. One took Richard by the elbow, hauling him up. Another gestured for Victoria to move toward the gangway.

“Don’t touch me!” she screamed, thrashing as they guided her toward the police boat. “I am a Vanderbilt! You can’t treat me like this!”

“Actually,” the officer said, bored, “you’re a trespasser. Move along.”

As the chaos of his parents being escorted away filled the air, Liam remained on the deck. He hadn’t moved toward them. He hadn’t defended them.

He turned to me. He ran a hand through his hair and smiled. It was a hopeful, manipulative, terrifyingly charming smile.

“Babe,” he said, stepping closer, ignoring Henderson. “That was… honestly? That was amazing. You really showed them. They’ve been treating me like a child for years. God, you’re so powerful. We can run this empire together. Think of what we can do.”