Chapter 2
I took a deep breath and said “If we’re going to
get married, there’s no room for this kind of
garbage.”
“I also know that you have someone you like,
you can go after it, I will not meddle with it. No
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need to sign any contracts, we’re just doing our
own thing after the wedding.”
My calm tone seemed to tick her off.
Her voice dripping with mockery and disbelief, “You think you’re in a position to make
demands?”
“Someone like you should be thanking me that I am willing to be here with you. If you don’t want to sign it, that’s fine by me. But it’s not our family’s fault.”
The entitlement was dripping off her, fueled by the Maserati out front.
Thinking about Mark’s marriage and the stuck-
up chick in front of me, I made my decision. I looked at Tiffany and laughed, “Then let’s not
get married.”
Tiffany was taken aback. She figured a nobody
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like me would jump at the chance to marry into
wealth.
I wasn’t buying it.
“That’s what you want, right? No take–backs.
You sure you’ve thought this through?”
I nodded. No rule saying I had to marry
Tiffany. I did just fine last time without her.
I turned and walked out, leaving her sputtering.
No need to grovel like Mark did. He got nothing
but humiliation.
Marrying a woman like that? Money wouldn’t
even matter.
Besides, I had something important to do.
I needed to find the guy who helped me make a
killing last time.
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I made my way to a dirty alley.
I reached the end without finding the man I was
searching for. “I wonder where he could be,” I
thought. Just when I was confused, I heard a
voice behind me.
“Hey kid, want your fortune told?”
Standing in front of me was an old man, with
kind eyes. He carried a crutch but he sounded
like a scam artist.
I looked at him with surprise. “Please! Read my
fortune.”
He was a retired stock market genius, last time
around. Every stock I bought on his advice went
- up.
In just a few years, ten grand turned into half a
billion.
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“I could tell from the moment I saw you that you
would live the luxurious life. I’ve got a way for
you to get into the financial industry.”
The old man told me.
I agreed, I knew of his abilities. Last time I was just taking a shot at it, didn’t think he’d actually help me.
Mark thought that I made it through that lottery.
Actually, the numbers were written by me, but Sarah paid for it.
When she learned that the lottery numbers
came out, she acted like a madman. “I paid for it. This lottery ticket belongs to me!”
I had planned on sharing the money with her
before she took it for herself.
I wasn’t too surprised. Sarah was always a
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materialistic woman who only wanted my
money.
She would always tell me “A real man gives his
woman money, capable men never make
women do work around the house.
“Outsiders will respect you for doing the
housework, it’s all for you.”
She used my paychecks for luxury brands.
I repeatedly emphasized, “We don’t have that
much money, so why are we still getting things
out of our means?”
She put me on some romance bloggers post.
