I Married My Friend’s Wealthy Grandfather for His Inheritance – On Our Wedding Night, He Looked at Me and Said, ‘Now That You’re My Wife, I Can Finally Tell You the Truth’

“Don’t let them bully you into silence.”

“I’ll save us time,” he said. “Layla remains my wife. After my death, she will oversee the foundation and hold partial control of the company.”

Angela made a sharp sound. Daniel surged halfway up.

Rick lifted one hand. “Sit down.”

“You despise her because you think she wanted my money,” he said. “That would matter more if your lives weren’t built around it.”

Then he looked at Violet. “Your mother’s medical bills were paid by me for three years. Not by your aunt or uncle.”

“Layla remains my wife.”

“What?”

“The records are in my study. Along with everything else, including the way Daniel has been stealing from me and Angela has been firing my staff.”

Angela opened her mouth.

“Don’t speak.”

Then his eyes found mine. “Layla is the only person in this room who ever spoke to me like a man instead of a cash cow. She’ll be protected. Our marriage isn’t romantic, but it is based on respect and integrity.”

“The records are in my study.”

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After they left, Violet found me crying in the hall.