Lily and the Cold Billionaire
Just as I was about to leave, a familiar voice made my stomach churn.
“Grandma, who’s this?”
Bethany.
My former best friend and current nightmare.
Bethany Hamilton was once my closest friend, my rock during the chaos of high school and college. But when my dad’s company went bankrupt, she turned on me. She laughed at my misfortune, spreading rumors and ensuring I felt every ounce of her hatred.
“Oh, this is the artist I told you about.” Mrs. Smith replied.
Bethany’s smile widened as she took a step closer. “Oh, you mean the one you pitied? The one who looked so tired and desperate? So you decided to pay her 300,000 dollars for a mere painting.”
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