A Reborn Bride Pearl Emerging from Dust by Sally Garcia

Chapter 32

So, a lot of folks didn't know, but Calliope, despite not being the apple of the Jewell family's eye, was actually a little rich lady. She had more money than her father, Monty, ever did.

The funny part? Not even the Jewell family knew about the fortune her grandfather left her.

Her grandfather always said, "Keep your wealth under wraps."

He was always worried the Jewell family might try to take everything from her. She took his advice to heart and never told a soul that it was all hers. She even had a crew of really capable people working for her, managing the wealth.

Money made more money, and her assets had multiplied tenfold.

Now, she owned various shops collecting rent and other ventures, but she barely had to lift a finger. Her crew was fiercely loyal because she'd saved their lives at some point, so they were devoted to her. She treated them well, which only made them more grateful and reliable.

She owned Kirin Fondue, a fondue restaurant on a street her grandfather had given her. It was about five or six years ago when she met Rafferty Stanley during a mission.

on, just a breath away from death.

Rafferty stuck by her side. He had a lot of secrets,

a knack for

Rafferty was the owner, but she was the real

drop by the place to help out whenever she had the time. Sometimes, when she had meetings with other business managers, they'd choose Kirin Fondue as the venue. It became her little secret hideaway. After coming back to life, she hadn't visited the place

the place wasn't crowded. Calliope and Rafferty were having

been lately?" Calliope asked, taking a sip of her coffee

dead yet," Rafferty replied with a

sliding a small ceramic bottle toward him, "I tweaked the formula a bit. This version should be more effective than the last. One pill a day.

worry about me. I don't mind, living or dying," Rafferty chuckled, though his eyes remained lifeless. He was handsome, with charming eyes and fair

was still alive was a small miracle

at him. "You still owe me

breathing," Rafferty shrugged. "So, you