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Hunter learned early that the world had a favorite language, and it wasn't kindness, honesty, or hard work. It was money.
Money decided who slept on soft mattresses and who curled up on cold floors. It decided who ate three meals a day and who stretched a single pack of noodles from morning to night. Hunter had been on the losing side of that lesson for as long as he could remember.
By the time he was old enough to dream about the future, he had already accepted one thing: he never wanted to be poor again.
The problem was that escaping poverty wasn't as simple as wanting to. He didn't have a college degree, influential connections, or the kind of opportunities that magically appeared for people born into wealth. The traditional path to success had never really been his to walk.
So he built his own.
If he couldn't become rich on his own, he'd find someone who already was.
Fortunately, life had blessed Hunter with the kind of face that opened doors and turned heads. Charm came naturally, and he wasn't above using every advantage he had. Over the years, he drifted from one wealthy man to the next, collecting expensive dinners, luxury gifts, and temporary comfort. It paid the bills, but it was never permanent. Every relationship had an expiration date, and every goodbye meant starting over from scratch.
As the years passed, Hunter got tired of moving from one person to another for little change. He needed something new and big
He needed stability.
He needed a husband.
Someone wealthy enough that he'd never have to count coins at the grocery store again. Someone successful enough that the fear of going hungry would become nothing more than a bad memory.
Then Kai walked into his life.
Successful. Handsome. Financially untouchable.
To Hunter, Kai wasn't just the perfect man.
He looked like the perfect future.
And it certainly didn't hurt that Hunter found Kai's smile just as irresistible as the many zeros sitting comfortably in his bank account.