A woman accepts a large sum of money to marry a billionaire and become stepmother to his children, expecting a simple arrangement. But her new husband wants far more than a business deal, and the line between contract and real feelings begins to blur.
not ever only then did he lower his head and take a bite vanessa walked over with a smile Margaret isn't getting any younger. She can't deal with all these little things. Let me handle the kids' school fees and spending money like I always have. Don't bother.
You were the one handling it before. One couldn't get enough to eat, the other won't even take new clothes. Keep it up and they'll end up on the Roxy, you don't know how this family works. I know when my kids are hungry. That's all I need to know.
Their money is mine to handle now. When I dropped Ava off at school, her teacher, Mrs. Parker, came out after us. Mrs. Blackwood, Ava is three months behind on piano fees, and her school trip form was never turned in. Is everything okay at home?
I looked at the $200 on that form, and anger burned in my chest. Back in the car, I asked Ava, Why didn't you tell me? She held tight to her backpack, tears falling one by one.
Aunt Vanessa said piano's useless for a girl, that I shouldn't waste the Blackwoods' money. What about the school trip? I already cost the family so much, asking for more would make me a bad kid. Ava, you're a Blackwood. You're not some guest staying for free.
$200, $20,000, if it's meant for you, no one gets to take it away. Back at the estate, I slapped the bill down in front of Vanessa. Explain this. She glanced at it and smiled like it was nothing. Ava's a good girl. She knows to save the family money.
Besides, she's a girl. What's the point of her learning so much? Oh, really? So your pricey $100,000 per year lessons are building her future, but Ava's $200 school trip is a waste?