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’

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The first Sunday Violet brought me to his estate, I stood in his dining room pretending I understood the art. I complimented the silver, forks and knives beside my plate like I was about to perform surgery.

Violet leaned in. “Start from the outside and go in.”

“I don’t like you right now.”

“You’d be lost without me.”

Rick looked up from his soup. “Is there a reason you two are plotting over the cutlery?”

That was how I met Rick.

Violet smiled sweetly. “Layla thinks your silver is judging her.”

Rick looked straight at me. “They’re judging everyone, doll. Don’t take it personally.”

I laughed. And that was the beginning.

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