Dating You Was My Day Job
Language: en
For four years, Harry was the kind of cheapskate who made every single penny scream. Then, on the eve of graduation, he threw a black card with half a million dollars on it directly at my face. Harry held Cherry close, his smile sharp, mocking, and entirely unfamiliar. "Renata, let me tell you the truth: I’m not poor. Not even close. The empty bank accounts, the fake illnesses—it was all an experiment. I just wanted to see exactly how pathetic you would be for me." "Now? I’m bored. And I have Cherry." He flicked the card against my cheek, laughing. "Half a million. For four years of your…