I Bankroll the Mob Heiress
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When my best friend’s biological father found her, she became the heiress to a crime family.
I was the extra baggage she insisted on bringing home. My greatest talent? Making one penny do the work of eight.
She handed me $450 million and put me in charge of the family’s new project.
I couldn’t bear to spend it. I paid out just $7,500.
Then the project collapsed. The family’s captains turned against her, and a rival boss showed up with his men waiting downstairs.
The girl who’d been raised in her place slid a transfer agreement across the table.
“Give me your shares. Walk away from the family. And I’ll make sure your gold-digging little friend gets out alive.”
With tears in her eyes, my best friend pressed her last bank card into my hand.
But I couldn’t stop staring at two words in the agreement:
Without compensation.
Before she could sign, I lunged forward and tore it to pieces.
“Hold on.”
“For seventy-five hundred dollars, you get the docks, the house—and her?”
I was the extra baggage she insisted on bringing home. My greatest talent? Making one penny do the work of eight.
She handed me $450 million and put me in charge of the family’s new project.
I couldn’t bear to spend it. I paid out just $7,500.
Then the project collapsed. The family’s captains turned against her, and a rival boss showed up with his men waiting downstairs.
The girl who’d been raised in her place slid a transfer agreement across the table.
“Give me your shares. Walk away from the family. And I’ll make sure your gold-digging little friend gets out alive.”
With tears in her eyes, my best friend pressed her last bank card into my hand.
But I couldn’t stop staring at two words in the agreement:
Without compensation.
Before she could sign, I lunged forward and tore it to pieces.
“Hold on.”
“For seventy-five hundred dollars, you get the docks, the house—and her?”
















































