No Second Chances for My Fake Prince
Language: en
Liam’s family was supposed to be broke. Since we started dating, I was always the one buying things, paying for dinners, trying to ease the burden of his empty pockets. With our anniversary just around the corner, I took a part-time job at a high-end luxury department store, hoping to save up enough to buy him a decent tailored suit. The store was quiet, the afternoon dragging, when a young couple walked into the Cartier boutique right next to my section. The girl clung to the man’s sleeve, her voice dripping with sweet, performative irritation. "Why haven't you broken up with that charity…