Profiting Off My Cheating Billionaire

Summary

In the dim, amber-lit haze of the VIP lounge, my fiancé, Justin, was playing a game of "Never Have I Ever" with his inner circle.

Someone leaned over the velvet booth, a predatory smirk playing on his lips. "Let’s turn up the heat. How many women in this room right now have slept with Justin Pierce?"

Without missing a beat, three hands went up simultaneously: Bridget, his tomboy best friend; Ivy, the fragile little girl who grew up next door to him; and Keira, his newly hired executive assistant.

The room erupted into rowdy laughter.