My fiancé left me at the altar for being poor—until his brother exposed the truth in front of everyone and turned the entire wedding upside down.

your family firm has managed in a decade. Last year, I purchased three companies your father tried and failed to acquire.”

A collective gasp swept through the garden.

Eleanor Whitmore clutched her chair.

Alexander stared at me as though I had begun speaking in another language.

“You don’t own Crosswell,” he said.

“I do.”

“No. Crosswell is owned by—”

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