Mistaken for a Gold Digger, I Am the Actual Billionaire Heiress

I fly home from Italy on my tenth wedding anniversary, planning to surprise my husband, Grant Calloway.

But when I stop by my family’s jewelry boutique to pick up his gift, a sales associate sees my black card and immediately assumes I’m Grant’s mistress.

She calls me a gold-digging slut, smashes the million-dollar jewelry I came for, then has security surround me.

Apparently, everyone here thinks Grant is the rich one, and I’m some desperate side chick after his money.

Too bad they got one thing very, very wrong.

Grant isn’t the billionaire.

I am.