Too Late to Beg, Mr. Heir

Synopsis

"To get her hands on Arthur's multi-billion-dollar family trust, she's definitely going all in today." Socialite Chloe's piercing laugh echoed from behind the heavy oak door. "Social climbers know exactly how to leverage a small investment for a massive payout. They play the saint, but deep down, they're just waiting for the guy to offer a bigger payout. She's a Wall Street fund manager, alright—she knows how to hedge her bets." The hallway was dead silent. I heard every single word crystal clear. I stood frozen, gripping the velvet watch box in my hand. It was a birthday gift for my fiancé, Arthur, bought with half a year of my hard-earned bonus. But to the heirs of New York's old money circle sitting inside that VIP room, it was pocket change. In our three years of living together, I hadn't spent a single cent of Arthur's money. Yet, in their eyes, my boundaries were nothing more than a calculated long con to scam him out of his fortune. I pushed the door open. The mocking laughter inside the private room instantly died. My fiancé, Arthur, sat at the head of the table, swirling his whiskey.