He Thinks He Hates Me

Summary

The rumor was that Ethan Prescott, the undisputed prince of New York’s high society, had a thing for a girl in a photograph.

I have the kind of figure that was made for a silk sheath dress. After my family’s empire crumbled, I was shipped off to Manhattan as collateral for a debt.

This prince, however, wanted nothing to do with me. He wouldn’t even grant me a meeting, sending a text message designed to make me crawl back to where I came from:

【I’m in love with someone else. Don’t waste your time.】