The Billionaire's Limited-Time Romance

“For three months, I played the part of the perfect girlfriend for billionaire heir Ansel Schultz. I was the obedient, low-maintenance girl from a middle-class zip code, the one who never asked where he was or demanded expensive gifts. Then, standing in the shadows of a hallway, I heard the truth from his own lips. He told his friends I was nothing more than a "convenience," a "pressure valve for his schedule." Our entire relationship was just a "pure romance movie with a time limit," set to end the moment his real fiancée, the heiress Isela Lamb, arrived in New York. One of them cornered me outside the door, hissing in my ear. "The carriage is turning back into a pumpkin, Cinderella. Pack your bags and get out." They were all waiting for the show. They expected me to break down, to run away crying and become the joke of the city. They thought a girl like me would cling to him like a vine, begging for a fairy tale that was never real. But an anthropologist doesn't cry when the monkeys throw mud at her. I pushed open the heavy door, walked straight to his table under the shocked stares of his friends, and looked him in the eye. "I heard the part about the limited-time romance movie," I said with a smile. "When it ends, can you make sure that recommendation letter includes an introduction to the head of Strategic Investment at the Schultz Group? I need an interview for my summer internship."”