Money Can’t Buy Real Love

After Grayson Cole broke off our engagement, he immediately started pursuing his young secretary.

That secretary, however, had a backbone. She repeatedly rebuffed his advances, claiming she would never bow to money.

In the end, though, Grayson bought his way into her heart.

The real irony? The woman then gloated to the world, proclaiming that what she truly enjoyed was this kind of pure, simple love.

Now, only a year later, word is that their fairy tale has devolved into a bitter war.

When I heard the news, I pulled up a chair, grabbed some popcorn, and settled in for the show.

Mr. Cole took a woman home last night.

I didnt pay much attention when my assistant told me. It wasnt the first time, after all.

To the house at Riverside Manor.

I snapped the file in my hands shut, my brow furrowing.

My engagement to Grayson had been a business merger, and the villa at Riverside Manor was meant to be our marital home. The plan had been to move in after the wedding.

I could accept that he didnt love me. I could even accept him having other women.

But I could not accept him so blatantly disrespecting me.

I rubbed my temples. Take me to Cole Corp.

The receptionist saw me and was about to call up to Graysons office, but I stopped her.

I want it to be a surprise.

She understood immediately, gesturing for me to go ahead.

I took the private elevator straight to the 28th floor.

Pushing the door open, I was greeted by quite a scene.

Grayson had a woman pinned against the wall. Her face was pale, her expression one of defiant resistance.

What was this? Some kind of toxic romance novel fantasy?

The girl saw me and shoved the man away. She ran over to me, tears streaming down her face, her voice a mix of hurt and warning.

Ms. Shaw, you need to control your fianc. Im not just a prop in one of your rich people games.

Well now, that was a spicy little line.

But she was threatening the wrong person.

Then why not just quit? I asked calmly. Stay far away from us rich people.

She blinked, stunned, then clenched her fists. I earned this job with my skills. I havent done anything wrong. Why should I be the one to leave?

Stubborn, Ill give her that. I frowned slightly.

Fine. In that case, Ill have Mr. Cole reassign you. You just cant be his secretary anymore.

She was still not satisfied.

Im a good secretary. Why should I be moved? You wealthy people love to abuse your power.

Right. So now being wealthy was our original sin.

Grayson had heard enough. He stepped forward, putting himself between us.

Victoria, stop bullying her, he said, his voice low and protective.

Anna is too pure-hearted to play your games.

So, her name was Anna.

Pure-hearted? Or just simple-minded?

Grayson used the excuse to dismiss Anna, then turned to me. What did you want?

I looked at the man before metall, handsome, the picture of a perfect catchand got straight to the point. Did you take a woman to our house at Riverside?

He didnt flinch. Instead, he pulled out a checkbook.

Our engagement is off, he said flatly. This is your compensation.

I took the check he wrote and glanced at it.

A very generous three hundred million.

I was a little curious.

Are you sure this woman is what you really want?

Grayson met my gaze, a strange light in his eyes. I want a wife. A safe harbor. Not someone who comes home after a day of negotiating deals only to start negotiating our personal interests.

My wife doesnt need to be strong. Im strong enough for both of us.

Ah, so thats where Annas strength came in.

Right. I get it.

I pocketed the check and walked away without a second thought. Id been eyeing the multi-billion South Hill development project, and thanks to Graysons friendly contribution, funding was no longer an issue.

See? While other women were trapped in some CEOs twisted power fantasy, I was already soaring.

I ran into Anna in the hallway, carrying a tray of coffee. She saw me and immediately stood taller, her chin held high.

Ms. Shaw, I know you look down on love between people like us, who arent rich.

But Im telling you, if I love someone, it has absolutely nothing to do with whether or not he has money.

Her little speech just left me confused. So did she like Grayson or not?

Fueled by the superpower of cash, Anna was eventually won over.

Six months later, they held their wedding of the century at a castle in France. The guest list was a whos who of high society, and the event dominated the headlines for weeks. Even a year later, people still talked about it with envy.

But for those of us on the inside, it was a different story.

I ran into Grayson at a birthday gala. He came over with a glass of champagne, trying to make small talk. As he reminisced about our past, I kept my responses polite but distant.

He was alone. No Anna in sight.

Trouble in paradise, Mr. Cole? Making you miss your ex?

It was meant as a joke, but his expression turned serious.

What if I said yes? Could we start over?

My face remained a placid lake. I looked at him coolly.

You went to great lengths to win her over. Are you telling me youre already bored?

A flicker of embarrassment crossed his face. I could smell the gossip, but I had no desire to get tangled up with him again, so I resisted the urge to ask for details.

I remembered how Grayson had bought out every billboard in the city to declare his love. Subway stations, office lobbies, building light showsall broadcasting their pure romance. It reeked of money, but when a reporter interviewed Anna, she had bashfully claimed, I just love this kind of simple, down-to-earth affection. I dont need fancy cars or mansions, as long as he loves me with all his heart.

Right. My mistake.

She was wrong about one thing, though. I wasn't the one looking down on their love. I was just another prop in their game.

After the gala, Grayson tried to add me back on social media.

I gave him my assistants contact info. If you need something, contact my assistant. Hell pass it on.

Just because the marriage was off didn't mean the business had to be.

The next day, in a torrential downpour, Anna threw herself in front of my car. She looked like a drowned rat.

I took her to a nearby cafe and had my assistant call Grayson.

Annas jaw was set stubbornly. Dont call him. I dont want to see him.

So theyd had a fight.

You must be feeling pretty smug right now, huh? she muttered, staring down at her hands.

What would I have to be smug about? This was ridiculous.

Her head snapped up, and she glared at me. Why are you trying to seduce him? Dont tell me youre still not over him.

I scoffed. I swear, I havent even had his number since we broke up.

She didnt believe me. She pulled out her phone and showed me a video shed taken the night before. In it, Grayson was drunk, slouched on a sofa, muttering to himself.

Victoria, I cant forget you. Lets start over, please.

Victoria, I was wrong. Youre the one I really love.

I couldnt listen to any more of it and reached over to stop the video.

As you can hear, hes the one whos not over me. I dont do leftovers.

Anna pushed her luck. Then promise me youll stay away from him from now on.

I leaned back in my chair and flatly refused. Cant promise that. Well likely have professional dealings.

Before I could react, she threw her cup of coffee in my face.

The warm liquid streamed down my cheeks. The cafe erupted in gasps. Someone was already recording on their phone.

I pressed my tongue against the inside of my cheek, already calculating how much I was going to bill Grayson for this.

Tonights headline:

#Ex-Fiance of Cole Corp CEO Exposed as Homewrecker, Confronted by Wife.

#Wedding of the Century a Joke as Grayson Cole Cheats.

The accompanying photo was of me, coffee dripping down my face, an infuriatingly defiant smirk on my lips.

Grayson showed up at my office uninvited. He sat across from me, radiating guilt and self-loathing. The perfect picture of a cheating husband.

Name your price.

I had to admit, dealing with people who spoke my language was much easier.

I played coy. What do you mean?

He chuckled humorlessly. I know you, Victoria. You always get your pound of flesh. You didnt go after Anna yesterday because you knew you could get something better from me.

Fine. No more games.

The Crestfall property development. I want in.

I can give you half.

Sixty percent.

Done.

A moment of silence passed, then his clear, low voice filled the space.

Victoria, did you ever love me?