I Took The Rich One

Synopsis

I had taken my husband, Edward Harrington, from my elder sister, Isabelle Ainsworth, even though I never loved him. At first, he had come to court Isabelle. As a token of his intentions, he brought a casket of luminous pearls. And that was only the beginning. Crates of rare treasures followed, enough to make me envious. But Isabelle was unimpressed. She brushed Edward aside and shut the door in his face. "Charles will come to propose soon," she said impatiently. "I won't have him getting the wrong idea." My gaze lingered on the oversized pearl gleaming on the table. I wet my lips. "You really can't stand Edward, huh? I've got a way to make him stop fawning over you," I said. Isabelle toyed with the pearl and scoffed with disdain, "Merchants only care about profit, and I wouldn't waste my time on someone like that. I want to marry the realm's finest scholar instead." I said nothing. A scholar might have talent, but talent did not fill coffers. A merchant, on the other hand, was rich beyond measure. And I had always loved gold.