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.

You will not mention misunderstanding. You will not lie.”

He swallowed.

“And if I don’t?”

I nodded to my lawyer.

She opened a second folder.

“This,” she said, “is the debt structure of Whitmore Capital’s private fund. Crosswell holds enough related notes to trigger review if necessary.”

Alexander’s father went white.

I had never planned to destroy them.

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