I Thought He Was My Driver, I slept With The Billionaire Instead

OLIVER Vivian called me three days after Hannah left. “Come to my apartment. We need to talk.” I went. Didn’t […]

HANNAH The two weeks with Oliver were perfect. Too perfect. We dated like normal people. Coffee dates. Movie nights. Long

HANNAH One month passed. Thirty days of silence. Of rebuilding. Of pretending I was fine. I wasn’t fine. I’d moved

HANNAH I woke up to my phone exploding. Texts. Calls. Notifications. All saying the same thing. Did you see? Oh

HANNAH Connor didn’t give up. He never gave up. Sunday night—one day before Oliver’s birthday—I got a call from an

OLIVER Connor’s text sat on my phone, mocking me. Photos of Hannah. Recent ones. He was still following her. Still

HANNAH Connor’s text sat on my phone like a grenade. I have a proposition. I knew what that meant. More

OLIVER I transferred the money that night. Sixty-five thousand dollars. Cleared Hannah’s debt to Harlan Pembroke by Monday morning. She

HANNAH “Connor is blackmailing you.” Oliver’s voice was flat. Deadly. The kind of calm that came before violence. I nodded,

HANNAH I had one week to find fifty thousand dollars. Fifty. Thousand. Dollars. I made forty-eight thousand a year. Before