bajir kandrona. d1. cb3. fin.

Some call me a gold digger, but that's not true at all. After all, I married Visser before he had anything to his name. What do they think happened? Do they think that I saw something in him? A sense of raw determination, a motivation deep within him to move up in the world? That instead of making my intentions obvious I found a man who was lower on the totem pole but that I could tell would be worth something one day? That I did everything I could to help him even when we were casually dating, just so one day I could have it all? I'd have to be a monster to do that.

I love my husband and my step-son, Taxxon. Visser and I tell each other everything. And even if I talk to him about my concerns with Taxxon it isn't out of cruelty or distaste, it's out of a mothers love. If Visser chooses to write him out of the will after I express my concerns, that's on him. I would never suggest that my darling step-son be left with nothing. That would just make me a bitch. I actually dote on Taxxon and try to guide him. But if he wants to get in petty fist fights and knock up blonde girls, there's only so much I can do.

I know about my husbands business, but I mainly handle the logistical work. Paychecks, bribes, all of the monetary fees. On the side I have a modeling career, after all, I can't be financially reliant on Visser forever. What if a freak accident happened? What if one of those mutts he uses for his fights got loose and ripped him to pieces? Leaving his poor wife widowed? That would be such a tragedy. So just in case, I use modeling to have my own money. I'd hate to end up with nothing after all. I came from nothing. I was born with nothing. And I refuse to go back to that life.