Bled for a Billionaire's Lie
Language: en
Wyatt was bankrupt. He owed two million dollars, and his creditors had supposedly broken his leg. To keep him alive, I worked five jobs a day. I even signed up for shady, underground medical trials and sold my blood plasma twice a week. He used to hold me, sobbing, swearing that once he got back on his feet, he’d make me the happiest woman alive. Until today. Outside the VIP wing of a private hospital, I saw the man who was supposed to be paralyzed in bed. He was wearing a bespoke Tom Ford suit, looking incredibly handsome as he gently helped the city's richest heiress out of a car…