Sorry, I'm Just a Fake Heiress Here for the Money
I'm an orphan too broke to even cover my own college tuition.
But I happen to have the exact same face as Cassandra Ashford, heiress to one of the richest families in the city!
The young lady sitting across from me, the one wearing my face, slapped a bank card down on the table. "Sixty grand for living expenses. Another three hundred thousand once the job's done."
She wanted me to take her place at a business school. The goal: to blow up her arranged marriage to her fiance, Julian Sinclair.
Cassandra said she hadn't laid eyes on the guy since she was seven, so I could go ahead without a worry. She was off to chase true love.
I thought about the old director lying gravely ill in the hospital, and the orphanage that was one bad month away from shutting down.
I said yes without a second's hesitation.
What I never saw coming was the first day of school.
Riding my rented city bike, I plowed straight into the car of the guy showing up to enroll on the same day: Julian Sinclair.
The window rolled down, revealing a face so gorgeous it should have been illegal.
Julian stared at my face and let out a cold scoff.
"Cassandra."
"Haven't seen you in over a decade, and you've already learned to fake a fender-bender for cash?"