The Escape from My Billionaire Tormentor
Language: en
On the twentieth day of the silent treatment between me and Carter Vance, he posted a picture holding hands with the high school prom queen on his Instagram. I quietly logged into my college application portal and changed my top choice to Seattle, thousands of miles away. At a party, his friend teased him: "Mia, if you don't go apologize to him, Carter might actually end up with someone else." I whispered, "I'm sorry." Carter smirked. "Whatever. Go back and pack your bags. We'll head to campus together tomorrow for move-in day." I gave a vague response. Carter didn't know that I had…