The Fake Ring and the Hidden Heiress

After choosing a screened donor through a private sperm bank and having my daughter, I met someone I actually liked.

For my daughter's sake, I hid my identity as a finance titan and decided to take my time observing him first.

Then he slipped a ring onto my finger. A fake diamond worth thirty dollars, handmade over three sleepless nights.

I was touched and aching at the same time. I made up my mind to tell him everything.

But before I could open my mouth, his female cousin jabbed a finger toward my face and sneered, “I hear you're demanding eleven thousand for a wedding gift?”