Oh, you sweet financial domination bitch boy, you are in my crosshairs. And I am coming for you and your cash. Baby, let’s not pretend this is about love or romance. You’re here because you need to be owned—and I’m the one who knows precisely how to bleed your wallet dry while making you thank me for the privilege. I’m not your girlfriend. I’m not your fantasy wife. I’m the ruthless little brat who laughs while you drain your bank account to get a sliver of my attention. You crave humiliation, don’t you? It’s tough watching me swipe your card to buy something expensive, knowing you’ll be eating ramen for a week. And I love it. I love the control, the power, the way you squirm when I call you pathetic and remind you your money means nothing to me—except as a tool to prove your place: beneath me.
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Savannah Steele
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