All Chapters of My Hired Gigolo Is A Billionaire : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Chapter 1: World-class Wedding Leah The boyfriend I’ve been with for three years is actually in love with his stepsister. ~~~~~“I still cannot believe you didn’t punch him in the face for cheating on you.”Megan was still raging about my ex two weeks later like the betrayal had happened this morning and she’d personally witnessed the whole disgusting performance. She paced behind the glass counters of the jewelry store, heels clicking a little too aggressively for a Tuesday afternoon.I smoothed my hand over my skirt. “Biggest regret of my life,” I said politely. “Might still get another chance. I’m keeping the option open. Hope is a beautiful thing.”Megan marched right up to me. “When that opportunity comes, you take it. Hard. After you sheltered and fed that parasite for three years? He suddenly springs this surprise on you like he’s doing a magic trick?”Magic trick was generous. Bryce had basically lied his way into my heart, my apartment, and my bank account with the skill

Chapter 3: Expensive Mistake Leah I laughed right in his face. “You’re not the only one with a dick, you know?”Bryce’s face went the exact shade of an overripe tomato. He lunged forward like he was about to grab me, but Greta yanked him back so hard his tuxedo nearly came off his shoulder.“How dare you?” he hissed, trying and failing to look dignified while being restrained by his brand-new bride.“You don’t even have a ring,” he spat. “You’re lying.”I glanced down at my bare left hand and shrugged. “Took it off. Didn’t want to outshine Greta’s. Hers looks like it came from a vending machine.”Greta’s smile cracked. “Yeah, right. Fiancé my ass. For all we know he’s a stripper you picked off the pole and paid him to say these things. No one wants you. You’re desperate enough to pull something this pathetic.”The man beside me tilted his head, mask still on, voice smooth and almost curious.“A stripper?” he repeated. “Interesting. Does that mean you picked your groom off the pole a

Chapter 5: Your Fiancée?Leah When I woke up, the other side of the bed was cold.I stretched a hand across the ridiculously soft sheets and found nothing but empty space and the faint scent of whatever expensive cologne he’d been wearing. No warm body. No low morning voice. No evidence that last night had been anything more than a very vivid, very expensive hallucination.Of course he was gone.What had I expected? A goodbye kiss and a handwritten sonnet? He was a high-end escort. He probably had a whole calendar of lonely rich people to service. I was just Tuesday night’s charity case with a broken heart and a maxed-out savings account.I sat up slowly. Every muscle in my body reminded me, in vivid detail, exactly how thoroughly he’d ruined me for ordinary men. The ache between my legs was especially vocal about it.“Walk of shame without the shame part,” I muttered to the empty room. “Progress.”I reached for my purse on the nightstand and froze halfway. There was a small black