er worn-out jeans and under her fingernails. She was in love with Liam Harrison, a charming musician w

mplete opposite of Chloe's. When he talked about his music, his eyes

ad a s

they could escape everyone else. They met there, again and again, the cramped single bed becoming their private

e the secrecy, t

whisper, his breath warm agai

enough money to get you a mans

jobs. She wasn't saving for a mansion. She was saving for a cutting-edge artificial cochlear implant. He had told her his h

. She looked up and saw Liam. He was supposed to be at the mansion, cleaning. Instead, he was here, flashing a platin

theirs. The wall was thin, and their voices carr

little maid of yours? She' d probably cry herself to death if

slick with amus

been getting close to her driver lately, so Liam' s deli

y like Liam even look at t

He's such a romantic. He' d even work as Chloe' s

s that little maid in

alking about her. Liam was silent, letting them m

ying close to the mansion for her. He was doing it for Chloe. He had played with her feelings, used her body, all because she was disposable. She was just a pa

gash on her hand. Blood was dripping onto the floor, staining the white t

ady herself. Then she pulled out her

," she said. Her voice shook, no matter how hard she t

surprised on the o

able to come home or see your family for at least five years. Didn' t you t

rment. He would have countless people linin

ivia said, her voice firm

worried you' d pass up such a fantastic opportunity. I'll submit your a

your boyfriend, you can give me his number

or the hearing aid on her phone scre

' t need to bother.

Olivia collected her

mansion, Liam was waiting

cern. He reached for her hand. "Olivia, what happened to yo

nd away before he co

with gradua

and pulled a small, expensive-looking bottle of serum

paid today. I heard all the girl