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.”
Daniel handed me a copy.
The signature at the bottom was unmistakable.
Liam Ashford.
The guarantee was for forty-two million dollars.
I looked up.
“You signed this?”
Liam didn’t answer.
“Liam.”
“I thought it was temporary.”
Victoria whispered, “Richard told him it was paperwork.”
Richard glared at her.
“Shut up.”
“No.”
Her voice broke.
