Nicole Harper
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I leaned against the railing of the yacht, a glass of champagne in my hand, watching the city skyline in the distance. It had been two and a half years since I became the owner of a yacht but I still hadn’t gotten used to calling it mine, especially since Tristan upgraded a year ago as a graduation present.
The man got off on giving me luxurious presents and it offended him whenever I tried to refuse.
Two and a half years. That was how long it had been since the scandal broke, since the world tried to keep us apart and we actively refused. We chose each other every day, which was why we were here today.
At twenty-five, I finally felt like I had my life together. I had completed my master’s in Data Analytics a year ago, graduating with honors this time after pouring e
