The check for one hundred twenty million dollars hit the mahogany desk with a sharp snap that echoed through the silent study.
My father-in-law, Arthur Sterling, patriarch of the multi-billion dollar Sterling Global empire, did not even look at me when he spoke.
“You are not a fit for my son, Nora,” he said, his voice cold and clinical, like a doctor delivering a terminal diagnosis. “Take this. It is more than enough for a girl like you to live comfortably for the rest of your life. Just sign the papers and disappear.”
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