Gold Digger vs Gold Saver My Man's Double Life novel Chapter 101

Chapter 1

It wasn’t until my dirt poor boyfriend and I started talking inarriage that I discovered the truth he was actually the missing heir of Manhattan’s wealthiest dynasties!

The day his father brought him home, a check was thrown in my face.

“Four million. Walk away from my son. He’s already engaged.”

My eyes fell on the woman beside them a totally Upper East Side perfection-gorgeous, elegant, everything money could buy,

She draped herself against her Ferrari, wrapped in expensive fur, flashing Darius a victorious smile.

“Let’s go home, darling,” she purred.

Her eyes swept over me dismissively. “Look at this poor little thing. What man would want her?”

Tears burned my eyes as I jerked away from his grip, backing away step by step.

But the next second, my usually cold boyfriend suddenly collapsed to his knees, grabbing my arm desperately:

“Why! You promised you’d never leave me when I was washing your undies! You promised!!!”

Knock Knock.

When the noise erupted outside, I was riding Darius.

Sweat dripped down my face, my hair a complete mess as I bounced up and down with each movement, legs burning from exhaustion.

Thank God for that knocking.

“Someone’s here-I should go check.”

I tried to climb off him, but his hands locked around my waist, voice all rough and demanding.

“Nah-uh. We made a deal. Quit now, double punishment later.”

Bastard!

I was about to lose it.

“Please, I’m sorry I bragged about my stamina! Just pretend I don’t exist and let me go!”

“Please~”

Darius gave me that lazy, half-lidded look, cheeks flushed, eyes dangerous.

“Already tapped out? My turn then.”

In one swift move, he flipped me onto my back.

The bed shook violently.

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Knock! Knock! Knock!

The knocking got more aggressive, like some kind of endurance contest with Darius’s patience,

Finally: they won. Darius totally cracked, his voice a frustrated growl.

“Who the fuck??”

I scrambled off the bed, grabbed my robe, and bolted for the bathroom on shaky legs.

When I came out clean, dressed, barely functional-two random middle aged guys had invaded our living room.

One in a designer suit was literally hugging Darius’s leg, full on ugly crying.

“Young master? Twenty four years! I finally found you?”

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