Three Chapters Left To Live
Language: en
I’ve always had a God-given talent for reaching into other people’s pockets. When I accidentally became the convenient, purchased stand-in for a female billionaire's untouchable first love, I played the part so well that in just one year, I managed to siphon off fifty million dollars. That day, I was lounging with my phone, happily counting the commas in my offshore bank account. Then, without warning, the floating text appeared. It overlaid my vision like a glitchy, digital hallucination—a rolling feed of comments and script notes dictating my reality. The text warned me that the "Golden…