Splitting the Billionaire's Bill

Summary

The designer bag in my hands was a perfect replica, a beautiful lie, and a death sentence. My roommate, the queen bee of campus, gave it to me for my eighteenth birthday. I thanked her, and then I immediately engineered a swap for the real one owned by the wealthiest heiress in the country.

I could do this because, for me, this wasn't the first time. I’ve lived this before.

In my last life, that fake bag was my undoing. Veronica, my roommate, had somehow linked herself to a "Spending-Split System"—a kind of financial curse.