The Billionaire’s Fake Poor Boyfriend
Language: en
After living with the broke, impossibly gorgeous campus crush in a cramped shoebox apartment for three months, I wanted out. He was suffocatingly clingy, and behind closed doors, his dominance was relentless. Desperate, I begged my best friend to help me execute an utterly unhinged exit strategy. She marched right up to him, a bank card in hand. "There's five grand on this," she told him flatly. "Leave her alone. She's just a trust-fund kid playing poor for kicks. You are entirely out of her league." He didn't say a word. He just quietly took the card. The next morning, the universe…