He Gave Me Millions But I Could Only Spend Fifty ,Then His Mother Paid the Price Chapter 1
Married three years, and my husband gave me a five-million-dollar monthly allowance.
Everyone envied me. The girl from nowhere who'd married into royalty.
But no one knew the card had a spending cap of fifty dollars.
I couldn't even buy a bottle of water without submitting an eight-hundred-word written request.
Last winter, in the dead of night, my fever hit a hundred and four. I wrote the request three times, begging to buy fever medication.
He rejected every draft for "improper formatting" and left me with one line:
"Drink some hot water. Stop being dramatic."
That was my life. Until today, when my mother-in-law was kidnapped and the abductors demanded five million in ransom.
I filled out the request form immediately and sent it to my husband, explaining the emergency.
Five minutes later, the request came back denied. His handwritten note was scrawled across the top:
"Your mother's worthless life is worth five million? She's a waste of resources alive. Be smart about this and stop bothering me."
He hadn't even read my request carefully. He assumed it was my mother who'd been taken.
Then I saw his social media post.
In the photo, a ten-million-dollar necklace he'd just bought at auction for his obsession, Florence Cox.
The caption read: Thirty million for one smile from you. Worth every penny.
The kidnappers called again.
"One hour! If we don't see the money, we kill the hostage!"
My voice was steady.
"I don't have the money. Go ahead and kill her."
...
I'd barely hung up when the phone rang again.
The moment I answered, Chester Henson's voice came through.
"Ella Swanson, didn't you want to save your mommy?"
"Florence was kind enough to give you a chance just now."
I said nothing.
"Your little phone call just ruined Florence's good mood. Come here, get on your knees in front of us, and apologize to her. Then I'll give you the money."
A second later, Florence Cox's voice chimed in.
"Ella, sweetie, don't be so stubborn..."
"It's just kneeling, that's all. Chester has the softest heart. Come over, apologize to me, bow your head like a good girl and admit you were wrong, and I'll have Chester wire the money right over. To save your mommy."
Save my mommy?
A laugh tore out of me. It was raw, ragged, cracking at the edges.