I married my best friend’s wealthy grandfather for his money — she cut me off the same day, and his family called me a gold digger at my own wedding.

On our wedding night, he closed the bedroom door and said, “Now that you’re my wife, I can finally tell you the truth. It’s too late to walk away.” Then he told me why he’d really chosen me — and who was coming for both of us in the morning.

PART 1

I was never the pretty one.