My chest tightened painfully. I let out a bitter smile, bent down, and picked it up.
"Money is money. Does dignity really make a difference?" I deadpanned.
That night, he made me accompany him and Sophia upstairs. It wasn't until three in the morning that he finally came down, his neck covered in hickeys.
The overwhelming scent of perfume clung to him, making me nauseous.
Later that night, he was rough when he slept with me. I could barely get out of bed the next day.
It wasn’t until my friend sent me a party invitation that I forced myself up.
"Good news—our big fish is coming tonight!"
The "big fish" referred to the president of a British venture capital firm, a company that had previously expressed interest in acquiring Perez Corporation.
Enduring the pain, I carefully applied my makeup and arrived at the hotel entrance.
My friend, Emily, led me through the side entrance and into the ballroom.
By the time people noticed me, the event was already in full swing.
"Isn't that Yvonne, the heiress of the Perez Corporation? How did she get in here?"
"I heard that after the Jones family kicked her out, she became someone's mistress!"