Dating You Was My Day Job

Summary

For four years, Harry was the kind of cheapskate who made every single penny scream. Then, on the eve of graduation, he threw a black card with half a million dollars on it directly at my face.

Harry held Cherry close, his smile sharp, mocking, and entirely unfamiliar.

"Renata, let me tell you the truth: I’m not poor. Not even close. The empty bank accounts, the fake illnesses—it was all an experiment. I just wanted to see exactly how pathetic you would be for me."

"Now? I’m bored. And I have Cherry."