The Billionaire Entitled Fake Bride
Language: en
My mother always drilled one idea into me: you have to maintain a fiercely high sense of deservingness. When I was in school, some wannabe copycat roommate intentionally bought the same jacket as me, then had the nerve to ask if it made her look fat. I just shook my head. “Wouldn’t know, darling. My body is divine.” Later, after I started working, a male colleague was pursuing me. I casually mentioned I was taken. He looked at me with genuine anguish, asking if I might consider him if I ever broke up with my boyfriend. I gave him a chilly smile. “Clearly, you don't love me enough.…