Breaking The Script: My Billionaire Husband

I was three million dollars in debt, forced by my agent to star in a reality show as the brainless gold-digger who married a decrepit billionaire.

But right before the live broadcast, as I touched the tacky neon dress I was supposed to wear, a violent vision struck my brain.

I realized my entire life was a script, and I was just a villainous side character designed to make America's Sweetheart look like a saint.

My agent was secretly taking payouts from her PR firm to deliberately ruin my reputation with endless hate traffic.