My day started with a red eviction notice taped to my door, telling me I was three months behind on rent.
Yesterday, my landlord was yelling at me, saying that if I didn’t pay, he’d throw me and my daughter out on the street.
I just scraped together enough change just to put gas in the car, and skipped lunch so my daughter could eat dinner.
That night, I sat on the couch with overdue bills spread across the table, wondering what else I could sell before we lost everything.
Finally, I went to check the mail, praying for a miracle, but ready for more debt notices.
Instead, there was an envelope with my name on it, and inside was a blank check, already signed by the same billionaire whose daughter I saved last week.
Tucked along with it was a note in bold handwriting that said,
"Go ahead and fill in the number."
A forced proximity romance about two people learning that the strongest partnerships aren’t built on rescue—but on rebuilding, together.
Yesterday, my landlord was yelling at me, saying that if I didn’t pay, he’d throw me and my daughter out on the street.
I just scraped together enough change just to put gas in the car, and skipped lunch so my daughter could eat dinner.
That night, I sat on the couch with overdue bills spread across the table, wondering what else I could sell before we lost everything.
Finally, I went to check the mail, praying for a miracle, but ready for more debt notices.
Instead, there was an envelope with my name on it, and inside was a blank check, already signed by the same billionaire whose daughter I saved last week.
Tucked along with it was a note in bold handwriting that said,
"Go ahead and fill in the number."
A forced proximity romance about two people learning that the strongest partnerships aren’t built on rescue—but on rebuilding, together.
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