When Petty was eighteen, she finally worked up the nerve to ask Franco for a loan.
All she wanted was to buy back her mom’s old bracelet at an auction.
Franco was twenty-three back then, already set to inherit The White Group. He wasn’t in charge yet, but he was already ridiculously rich.
Petty figured, of all people, Franco would help her out. It was just money. He could say yes with his eyes closed.
But when she asked, he didn’t even bother to look up from his desk. He just said, flat and cold, “No.”
Didn’t matter how much she pleaded. He refused, and in the end, he had Jay throw her out of the study.
As the door swung shut, she caught Franco glancing up at her for just a second. His gaze was deep, so cold it sent a chill through her, like staring into a bottomless well.
“At your age, all you care about is your dowry? Are you that eager to get married?”
Years later, she could still hear those words echoing in her mind.
She never thought Franco would be the one to buy that bracelet in the end.
She could accept that he wouldn’t lend her the money. He didn’t owe her anything.
He bought the bracelet fair and square. An auction was an auction. She couldn’t complain.
But why did he have to give it to Laura? He knew what that bracelet meant to her. Out of everyone in the world, why Laura?
After Laura asked where the bracelet came from, Franco just replied, in that distant, icy way of his, “There’s only one like it.”
Petty’s ears started ringing, louder and louder, until every other sound faded away.
She stared at the bracelet, remembering the day her mom sold it, tears rolling down her cheeks. That bracelet was the only thing left from her grandma.
Back then, Petty was too young to understand. Now, all she wanted was to go back, wipe her mom’s tears, and make it all better.
Almost without thinking, she reached out, like she could put that bracelet right back in her mom’s hands.
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