My Love Was Fake But His Money Was Real
Language: en
The moment I agreed to take Rhys Easton back, his so-called 'sister-figure' was right back on his lap. Her arm draped around his neck, she shot me a condescending smirk. “Chill out, Avery. Don’t get all psycho-jealous again. It’s no big deal. You know I don’t even like this jerk.” I simply offered a thin smile and said, “It’s fine.” From the second we reunited, I had committed to becoming Rhys Easton’s idea of the perfect girlfriend. No more raging fits of jealousy over his casual banter with his female 'bro.' No more secretly installing GPS trackers on his phone to monitor his every…