Sweet Submission: Love Me, Mr. Billionaire
“It’s a good thing he’s here with you instead of Amelia. That girl… she’s been acting like she’s living her best life. But trust me, I know it’s all a show.”
I blinked at her, frowning. “What do you mean?”
Amber smirked knowingly, pulling out her phone. “She’s been recently flaunting herself on her ‘not-so-private’ I*******m account. Posting every chance she gets. Look.”
She handed me her phone, already opened to Amelia’s profile.
I scrolled, and the more I did, the more my gaze hardened.
Amelia was dressed in designer clothes, her smile wide as she sat in a five-star restaurant, a glass of wine raised delicately in her hand.