Chapter 11 Ripped Away in Broad Daylight

Ivy’s POV

The weight of one million dollars in my hands felt heavy, but I could actually breathe.

My arms were aching, straining under the weight of the bag as Owen and I walked down the crowded sidewalk of 5th Avenue. 

The canvas straps bit hard into my palms, leaving raw red lines, but I didn't...

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