Chapter 3The Billionaire's Daughter-in-L-law

What does it feel like to become a millionaire overnight?

I was clutching the black card, too excited to sleep, so I texted my best friend.

Me: I’m rich.

Her reply was instantaneous.

BFF: Blink twice if you’ve been kidnapped.

Me: ...

Even if I had been kidnapped, you wouldn't be able to see me blink.

After I explained the whole story, she sent back a single number: 6.

BFF: I almost feel sorry for David Brown. You, in charge of him? Tsk tsk. He’s about to experience all the childhood discipline he ever missed.

I scoffed. I can be gentle.

"Hey, you!"

An annoyed voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I turned around. Whoa.

David stood there, a towel wrapped low around his hips, his eight-pack abs glistening. He offered a sly smile. "Well, what do you think, gorgeous?"

"Nice," I said honestly, then added, "My name is Hannah."

He really was ridiculously handsome.

"Hannah..."

David moved closer, the scent of citrusy body wash filling the air. He leaned in, his face just inches from mine.

Oh no. I think I’m about to get a nosebleed.

"So... can I have my money back?"

His words were a splash of ice water. I hugged the card to my chest and spat out a single word.

"No."

He was handsome, sure. But he wasn't "a limitless black card" handsome.

Trying to seduce me?

He picked the wrong woman.

I’ve spent ten years gutting fish at the city market. My heart is colder than a walk-in freezer.

Unless you’re offering cash.

David’s face instantly darkened. "Don’t push your luck. That's my money!"

"No."

Still the same word.

"Fuck!" he cursed, his face flushing with anger. "If you were a man, I’d punch you!"

I tilted my chin up proudly. "If I were a man, I couldn't be your wife, could I?"

"Get out."

Now it was his turn to say it.