Bought The Billionaire For One Night

From the back cover

A week before my wedding, I went to the airport parking garage to surprise my fiancé with a luxury watch.

Instead, I caught him having sex in his car with my best friend and maid of honor.

Devastated and desperate to forget, I went to an exclusive club and blew my $50,000 trust fund to buy a one-night stand with a gorgeous stranger.

But the nightmare was just beginning.

At work, my cheating best friend stole my hard-earned promotion, and my ex shamelessly defended her.

Worse, the escort I had paid for sex turned out to be the ruthless new CEO of my airline.

He tormented me on a flight to Paris. When I was robbed of my passport and wallet on the freezing streets, he forced me to be his gala date just to get my life back.

But the ultimate trap was waiting for me in New York.

A secretly taken photo of me leaving the CEO's penthouse leaked on the company forum.

"I knew she got that Paris trip for a reason."

My ex and my former best friend led the charge in the comments, framing me as a shameless gold digger who slept her way to the top.

I was stripped of my flying credentials, suspended from the job I loved, and publicly humiliated.

I didn't understand why the CEO was playing these cruel games, or who had orchestrated this perfect trap to ruin my life.

Standing outside the airport with my career in ashes, I realized crying wouldn't save me.

I wiped my tears, accepted my mother's invitation to a high-society mixer, and prepared to make everyone who set me up pay the price.