Sold To The Billionaire Who Faked His Coma
Language: en
Once again, my dissertation defense was vetoed by my professor fiancé, and the muffled snickers from my classmates confirmed what they all thought: I was useless. I had spent seven years orbiting Rhys Garrison, devoting my life to his world. I had worked myself to the bone, earning a spot in his coveted PhD program. But all my diligence and academic rigor meant nothing compared to a few words of shallow flattery from my stepsister, Sienna, who walked away with the single, coveted post-doc fellowship. I was shaking with indignation, tears streaming down my face. I wanted to storm into his…