Forty Seven

May’s POV

That bastard was helping my stepfather again, and he wanted me to return every damn money he would be giving this time. Wasn’t I doomed?

I really did have to work hard, because there was no way I could come up with that ridiculous amount of money Will had told me just on my basic salary.

I was home now, with Emily still hovering around me like some big nanny. She was somewhere around the house, cleaning or putting something in order.

But that wasn’t what was on my mind as I sat here on the couch. It was the he-gave-us-ten-million-dollars that gripped me in the gut and twisted hard the second I heard my stepfather talk about it. It was as if I shouldn’t have asked him at all, but I needed to know what the hell Asher was talking about.

I remembered him offering to help my family if I attended his mother’s birthday which was coming up two weekends from now, but I couldn’t let him trap me like this again. If I took that option, I wouldn’t have to pay him back, but then again, he