After I Invoiced the Billionaire for Three Years of Fake Love, He Lost Everything

Lewis Delgado, the prince of the Capital's elite circle, kept me for three years. Everyone in our world said I was his dog.

The day his first love came back from abroad, he told me to get lost. I did more than get lost—I handed him a thick stack of documents on my way out.

Lewis assumed it was a letter of remorse. He opened it with a sneer, but the smile froze on his face.

It was an itemized Emotional Services Invoice covering the past one thousand and ninety-five days:

"Hand-holding fee: $5,000/instance. Drink-blocking fee: $20,000/bottle.