Her Billionaire Hustle

After being dumped, Corinna returns to Manhattan to lick her wounds, but there is more than her broken heart or wounded pride at stake. She’s on the brink of losing absolutely everything.

When two social climbers land on her doorstep, Corinna seizes the opportunity and hatches the billionaire hustle. The stakes are skyscraper high, and they have exactly thirty days to execute this perfectly, before losing it all.

Can Corinna follow through with her scheme when real hearts are on the line, or will the cost of manipulating reality and romance be too expensive—even for her.

You'll love this retelling of the classic film How to Marry a Millionaire, because it's a whip-smart, sexy, unputdownable good time.

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Corinna stared at the screen of her phone in disbelief. There was her very recent ex-boyfriend Brennan Hoxley kissing his assistant right on IG for everyone to see. She sneered at his use of the very clever but trite #perfectblend phrase. How sappy and pathetic could you get, she thought, suppressing the anger that was bubbling to the surface. That Brynn certainly worked fast. A text popped up as she was inspecting the image. It was from her sometimes friend and mostly gossip spreader, Davenport.
Davenport: OMG, did you hear the NEWS?
Corinna: Yes. You were supposed to be keeping an eye on her.
D: You said you handled it and she was a goner. How was I to know he’d come back like a gallant knight and win her back.
C: It won’t last.
D: Um…
C: What?
D: I guess you didn’t see the latest from Paige Scandal?
C: What is it already!
Davenport texted the link. Corinna clicked on it and was accosted with the same sappy selfie of Brennan and The Assistant under a caption that read: Bryndyn Faulkner snags Billionaire — will she run away with all his money too?

Corinna stared at the screen in disbelief. Faulkner, as in the infamous Faulkners? The ones responsible for her father losing millions in nonexistent investment schemes. This was her fault, or her father’s, but that was a mere detail. The Assistant was indirectly responsible for Corinna’s father’s reduced circumstances, and she had just destroyed Corinna’s last hope of restoring her family to their affluence by stealing Brennan away from her.
D: Well, can you BELIEVE it!?!
C: What I can’t believe is that YOU didn’t figure it out earlier. With this information I could have gotten rid of her months ago.
D: She changed her name. No one knew who she was. Not even you!
C: You are useless!
Corinna turned her attention back to the article, scrutinizing each word, gripping her phone so tightly her knuckles turned white. She let out a piercing scream and hurled the phone as hard as she could across the room. It hit the wall at just the right angel and broke on impact sending shards of glass and pieces of plastic flying.
“Whoa lady! WTF?” the barista yelled.
Corinna took a breath to compose herself and got up from her seat, leaving her latte and the now shattered phone in her wake. Without acknowledging anyone, she walked out, shoulders squared, nose in the air, Birkin bag nestled in the crook of her arm, and hailed a cab.
As the cab pulled up to her building, she waved the doorman over, explained she didn’t have any cash, and had broken her phone, and that’s where all her cards were linked. Could he just pay for her ride. The doorman ran back to his station and returned with a twenty. The driver took it and sped away as soon as Corinna stepped onto the curb.