Ariel’s P.O.V. (Continued)

“Surely I don’t need a man to take care of me, but what about you? Your family’s business is thriving, but where are you?” I continued taunting her, venting out all the bottled-up frustration of the past life.

She called me names, humiliated me at every occasion that she found suitable, took advantage of my ignorance of her f*lthy attempts, and even tried to set me up a few times, resulting in the deterioration of my relationship with Winston.

Why did I tolerate her?

Only because my parents are dead did I really need to endure her?

Money holds the power in our world, and my parents...