Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 95

GRACE

I have to pinch my arm as I leave the story with Lina.

Because I’m pretty sure I must be dreaming.

Lina too seems shocked.

“That really happened, right?” she asks.

I nod and hold up the check with its many zeroes. There’s cursing and muttering from the women and Sean is still trying to calm them. The sales team is also in chaos. The manager chases after us.

“Ma’am, please, let us help you. Come back and let us complete your purchase.”

“Thanks, but no,” Lina answers for me. Then she says, “Dude, didn’t you ever see Pretty Woman!?”

I laugh and drag her away. “Did you really just reference an old Julia Roberts movie? You do realize you’re comparing me to a prostitute, right?”

She laughs uproariously.

I shake my head.

I didn’t mean to get under their skin. It was petty and unnecessary and I’d only wanted Sean to feel shameful for a few brief seconds.

But he called my bluff and carried through with it.

And now I had a four million dollar check in my hand.

Sean isn’t a wealthy man by accident. He’s very stingy—when he isn’t trying to outdo himself for appearances.

"Grace, don't you think it's a little weird? Sean wrote you a huge check and gave it to you without hesitation. Lily was present too! Isn't he afraid his ‘fiancee’ will lose her shit?"

"It is quite strange," I say neutrally.

“Uh, does Sean still like you?” Lina asks.

Grace shrugs. “No, I don’t think that’s it.”

“Grace, he just spent an obscene amount of money on you.”

“True. But I don’t think it’s affection that prompted it. I don’t even think it’s ego. Sean’s too cheap for that. I think it’s fear. It seems that he is afraid that I will get mad at Zoe and then do harm to the Stevens Family.”

Hearing this, Lina scoffs. "Isn't he thinking too much into it?"

"Who knows?”

"What are you going to do with that anyway?” Lina gestures to the check I’m holding. “Are you going to tear it up? Don’t get me wrong, I’d love to see you spend it on yourself. It’s the least that piece of shit can do, after how he and that trash Lily treated you. But something tells me you won’t be taking that to the bank.”

“No. I won’t.”

Lina shakes her head. “You’re just going to tear it up? Please don’t be that noble. These are filthy rich werewolves…the only thing they really care about is money. Hit ‘em where it hurts.”

“No. Why tear it up? I'll just donate it to someone who needs it," I say then I carefully put the check into my bag.

Lina beams. “That’s more like it!” Then she sighs. “That prick will probably use it as a tax write-off.”

We laugh, and just like that, the painfulness of that encounter is forgotten.

After walking around for a while, we share several small dishes in the mall food court. It’s so much like old times! I can almost imagine that the last few years haven’t happened, and it’s just the two of them catching up after a long week of corporate work.

But there is no undoing the past.

And seeing how I wouldn’t be who I am now, stronger and more self-aware, I don’t resent it. If not for everything in the past, I wouldn’t have come to know Jay. Today.