Three Chapters Left To Live

Summary

I’ve always had a God-given talent for reaching into other people’s pockets.

When I accidentally became the convenient, purchased stand-in for a female billionaire's untouchable first love, I played the part so well that in just one year, I managed to siphon off fifty million dollars.

That day, I was lounging with my phone, happily counting the commas in my offshore bank account.

Then, without warning, the floating text appeared.

It overlaid my vision like a glitchy, digital hallucination—a rolling feed of comments and script notes dictating my reality.