My Boyfriend Failed Me, So I Married Another Billionaire

I spent three years pretending to be ordinary just to prove one thing:

That a man could love me without knowing my real name.

Instead, on the night of my thirtieth birthday, I found myself in a dark warehouse, unbuttoning my silk blouse while three thugs threatened to hurt my boyfriend if I didn’t take his place. I thought I was about to die for love.

Then my boyfriend laughed.

It was all fake. A bet. A cruel little game between him and my best friend, who had been live-streaming my humiliation to their entire social circle.