Chapter 1

Three years of being Chloe Sinclair’s ghostwriter and secret boyfriend.

Three years, only to watch her hand my three-month labor of love to her newly returned Ivy League ex, Julian Thorne.

I stood in the hallway, watching through the crack of the door. Chloe was leaning against the wall, laughing with her secretary.

"Ethan is just a tool I pay to get things done," she said, her voice dripping with casual dismissal. "Once Julian gets the hang of the business, I’ll fire him. He’s an eyesore anyway."

She probably thought I’d crawl back to her, wagging my tail like a loyal dog, begging her to let me stay.

Hilarious.

I never became her secret lover because I cared about her fake affection.

I did it for the industry-leading resources she controlled—the kind of elite, high-profile projects a regular guy like me could never touch otherwise.

Now, my portfolio is so stacked that any top-tier agency in the city would tear each other apart to hire me.

Chloe, you useless stepping stone. I’m officially done using you.