On our wedding night, when my eyes fell on my husband’s “down there,” I shook—and only then understood why his family had given me a lakeside villa worth nearly one million dollars to wed a poor girl like me... My name is Lily. I grew up poor in the dry, harsh winds of West Texas. My father died early, my mother was sick, and by tenth grade I had dropped out of school to work. After years of struggle, I found a position as a live-in maid for one of San Francisco’s wealthiest families—the Whitmor