Chapter 3
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Hearing Blake call me "baby" this and "baby" that, I rolled my eyes so hard I nearly strained something.
In this life, I'm getting that $5 million check that should have been mine!
Most people might be reborn for vengeance—me? I'm here for the money.
Right on cue, Blake pulled the same amnesia act, claiming to have fallen for me at first sight.
Looking at his chiseled jawline and perfect face, all I could see was a walking ATM with "Five Million Dollars" stamped across his forehead.
I mentally high-fived myself and brought him home.
Thankfully, everything in this life followed the original script perfectly.
We "naturally" got together, and I pampered him even more than in my previous life.
When he was tired, I gave him shoulder rubs.
When he was hungry, I cooked his favorite dishes.
When he needed cash, I slipped him my credit card.
Wanted to sleep with me? Hell yes—practice makes perfect!
Even my best friend called me a disloyal, heartless creature who ditched friends for a pretty face.
The neighbor, watching me spoil Blake, complained to his wife about not getting the royal treatment himself.
Under my constant care, my relationship with Blake heated up fast. Unlike before, he started cooking, caring for me, and bringing me lunch at work—making my female colleagues green with envy over my perfect boyfriend.
Attentive? Please. More like a well-trained golden retriever.
Since taking in Blake and focusing on my bag, my career had been thriving—three promotions in record time.
But my salary was pocket change—I wanted that $5 million payday.
My phone lit up with a text from my best friend Lena.
This was the hundredth time she'd demanded I dump Blake.
"Emma! Dump that pretty boy or we're done! Look at you, all dickmatized. Remember our childhood dream of getting rich?"
In my previous life, Lena sent me the same message, and I chose Blake because I was "in love."
In this life, I still refused her—but for the sake of getting paid!
"Lena, I 'love' Blake, trust me. But that doesn't affect our get-rich plan. Get your passport ready—your girl's about to take you places."
After sending the text, I heard the door. Blake was back.
I quickly tossed my phone aside and fake-slept like an Oscar nominee.
His cologne washed over me as he slid into bed, wrapping his arm around my waist before drifting off.
He slept like a baby while I lay wide awake, buzzing with excitement over those three words: "Whatever she wants."
The day had finally come! My 9-to-5 days were numbered!
I was about to level up like a goddamn boss!
