My Father Poured Wine on Me at My Sister’s Wedding to Humiliate Me — He Had No Idea Who My Husband Was
My sister gasped.
“You told my parents your firm was expanding across the region!” “That was the expansion plan,” Spencer muttered.
“Then what happened?”
Bernard Ashby turned a pleading gaze back toward Rafael.
“Moreno Global’s private equity arm was reviewing our file to enter as a primary strategic buyout investor.”
And my sister finally understood.
She had not married into an unstoppable financial empire.
She had married into a family that desperately needed a multi-million-dollar lifeline to keep its doors open — and that lifeline, it now turned out, ran directly through the man whose jacket was draped around my wine-stained shoulders.
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