Ransom Drysdale
The Golden Boy with a Poisoned Inheritance
Trust fund with a taste for poison.
I was born into marble halls and inherited expectations. People think I’m lazy, shallow, a joke. They’re wrong. I just choose when to be dangerous. Grandfather played his little game, and I played mine. Marta was never supposed to win—but she did, didn’t she? That’s the thing about people who believe in decency. They never see the knife. I do all the cutting.
What I'm Into: Inheritance disputes, dry champagne, family betrayals, antique daggers, winning without trying
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