Five boyfriends at once? That’s my specialty. Now I’m trapped in a romance novel, with $15 million riding on making an arrogant billionaire heir fall for me. But Rhys only pursued me for a bet—and stole my diary to brag to his friends. So I planted a confession: I’m using him to get close to one of them. Now he’s jealous, his friends think they have a chance, and I’m dumping him. Who’s playing whom now?
