Paid to Steal His Heir

I was a gold digger, but an unrefined one.

At high-end dinners, I didn't understand vintage years; I only cared if the lighting was good enough for photos. When gifted luxury boxes, I never paused to savor the unwrapping; the moment I turned a corner, I was already searching for the nearest high-end consignment boutique. Even my seduction lacked finesse. I had no sophisticated games, only flushed cheeks, a bitten lower lip, and tears that gathered obediently at the rims of my eyes.