With Trevor’s contest at its end, it’d be easy to say we’re three against one. And yet I’ve never felt so alone. My heart is torn, twisted, ripped. I’m alternately hot and cold. I dream vivid dreams, no longer sure if they’re fantasy or reality. There’s a new player in the game. He’s tall, broad,
I’ve been in this billionaire’s game for a month — but something changed when half my competition was eliminated. It feels less like a contest now … and more like an experiment. I shouldn’t have made it past the first round. I don’t know how I did; I’m not special like the others. When I
Good girls finish last. The contest is heating up in every way imaginable. Bridget still only wants one thing: the money she needs to sort out her life, and the lives of those who depend upon her. And so far, nothing has broken the boundaries of what she’ll do for that money—though that edge keeps
Desperate times call for desperate pleasures. Bridget is at the end of her rope, deep in debt to the kind of people you don’t want to owe money, with zero prospects of paying it back. That’s when she meets handsome stranger Daniel Rice. He works for a powerful man who promises that he can make
