She thought for a moment before speaking. "I have three billion. How much do you have?"
"Uh… about five hundred thousand."
The difference between a live-in husband and a pampered young wife was painfully clear.
Lincoln truly spoiled Allison, giving her access to an enormous fortune.
She pondered for a moment before saying, "You create a mess. I'll move the money. Then, we run away together."
"Alright." I nodded, then hesitated. "You won’t just take the money and ditch me, right?"
She smirked. "Relax. I see you as my own son."
Allison and I had always gotten along well.
Rianne and Lincoln were constantly busy—work, business meetings, social events, so they rarely came home.
That left just the two of us—one unwanted live-in husband and one disregarded young wife. The Scott family didn’t like us making public appearances, so we spent most of our time together.
We were close in age, had similar personalities, and actually got along. I was the comedic type; she was lively and mischievous.
In fact, we had been through life-and-death situations together.
Once, when we went grocery shopping, we were ambushed by enemies of the Scott family. Armed men chased us down with knives.