On the third day of my mission, Pierce proposed. Six years together. Six years of lies. I was about to say yes when comments flashed before me: [She's just a stand-in.] The affection meter above his head read zero. It had never moved. Then the system warned: ""Ten days left. Fail, and you'll be erased.""I pulled my hand back. Smiled. ""I'm done.""That night, I took his black card and booked a presidential suite. If he wanted me in a cage, he could pay for my freedom. Then he kicked down my door. Knife in hand. Demanding to know where Skye was. That's when I realized I was never the villain. Just a woman never meant to survive. Too bad for him. I'm rewriting the ending.
