The Billionaire's Cruel Game She Broke Him Back

I took a job organizing the walk-in closet of a mansion.

Ten thousand dollars an hour.

The client was Amy Pruitt, one of Greystone City's most talked-about socialites.

She said her fiancé had a thing about cleanliness—every luxury item had to have its logo removed before it could be stored.

That particular quirk was identical to my boyfriend's, a painter so broke he lived on instant ramen.

I was thrilled, thinking I'd found a great way to make money.

Then the man in the tailored suit pushed open the door.

He tossed Amy a limited-edition handbag worth a fortune like it was nothing.