After My Brother Stole Everything, They All Came Crawling BackChapter 1

My brother was the kind of man who thought himself above the frost and snow. The princess every nobleman in the realm would kill to marry? He found the whole thing beneath him.

He eloped with an actress instead.

Me, though? I was the vulgar one.

After I married the Crown Princess in my brother's place, I spent every waking hour crunching numbers and chasing profit.

In just one year, the Crown Princess's Estate overflowed with gold and jade, its businesses spanning the entire nation.

Even the old gatekeeper ate meat three times a month.

The Crown Princess declared before everyone:

"Meeting Andrew Dickerson was the greatest fortune of my life."

Business was booming. Then my brother came back, alone, with nothing but a worn cloth bundle on his back.

He jabbed a finger at my face:

"A man who reeks of money like you, and you think you deserve to be the princess's consort?

"You've turned this entire estate into a den of greed! Have you given a single thought to the princess's reputation?"

With that, he dropped to his knees before the princess: