A Mate for Hire
Three years ago, Lucas’ mother paid me ten million dollars to play his fated mate with the help of a potion.
Lucas believed I was hopelessly in love with him. What he didn’t know was that I was nothing more than a hired actress.
By day, I stood at his side during training. By night, he paraded a she-wolf through the mansion. He once sneered, “Don’t delude yourself into thinking the mate bond can change me.”
I only smiled, silently counting my money. “Funny, because I never planned on giving you my heart, either.”
On the day the potion wore off, I walked away with the fortune, while he spiraled into madness.
Three years later, I returned victorious as the youngest S-class strategy consultant. There he was, on his knees, murmuring, “I was wrong.”
Little did Lucas know that his arrogance, handed out like charity, had carried a hefty price tag of ten million.
Now, even if he lost everything, it still wouldn’t be enough to buy my forgiveness.