“So you’re Evelyn’s boyfriend from college, huh? A boy toy playing above his station? Do you even know who I am? I’m Marco Ramirez, heir to the wealthiest family in Charleston.”
I ignored him, my eyes locked on Evelyn. “Leaving without a word—that’s not fair to me.”
“Fair?”
Her tone was ice. “I’ve given you a villa, a car, and millions in savings. What else do you want?”
“Stop this, Nicholas. We’re done!”
Evelyn’s brows furrowed, her lips trembling slightly. “You know as well as I do—families like mine keep love and marriage separate. Thank you for being by my side for four years, but my husband can only be Marco. Do you understand?”
“I’m only asking you one thing.”
My voice was quiet, but steady. “Do you love me?”
I knew how these dynastic marriages worked. My parents had been bound by one, but they had grown up together, fallen in love naturally, and luck had been on their side.
As for me…
I could have had the same fate if I had wanted. My family’s standing in New York’s elite circles was more than secure. I didn’t need to marry for advantage.
“Love?” Evelyn sneered.