“Babe!” Aniya greeted, jumping off the sofa. She was wearing new silk lingerie. “How did it go? Are we rich yet? When can we start planning the wedding in Turks?”
“Shut up for a second, Aniya. I’m thinking,” Quacy shouted, throwing his jacket on the floor.
Aniya was surprised.
“Hey, why are you yelling at me?”
“The investor is complicated. It’s… it’s really messed up.”
“What do you mean, complicated? Did they say no?” Aniya asked, her tone starting to get anxious.
“No. Not yet. But my God, you’re not going to believe this.”
He pulled at his hair.
“The investor. The CEO… is Zelica.”
Aniya froze.
“What? Zelica? The homeless woman?”
“She’s not homeless anymore,” he growled. “She… she is different. She has a mansion in Cascade. She has a financial consultant. She—she owns the land.”
Aniya’s beautiful face went pale. This was the worst case scenario, not because she loved Quacy, but because her status, her luxuries, and her future depended on his wallet. And now, that wallet was threatened by the woman she had despised the most.
