Don't Catch Feelings, Just Catch The Check

Synopsis

Waking up in a hospital bed, my brain feels like a hard drive trying to download a corrupted file, a chaotic mess of memories that definitely didn't belong to me. One minute I'm just me. Next, I'm Charlotte Quinn, sole heiress to Quinn Group, and somehow, I've been cast as the bitchy villain in a trashy romance novel plot. Apparently, my entire purpose in life is to fight the housekeeper's daughter for some guy, only to end up with my reputation in flames, my family bankrupt, and me, probably dead in a ditch. I lightly touch the gauze taped to my forehead and pull up my banking app, my eyes tracing the obscene string of zeros in my private account. I think, 'Was I out of my mind? Give up all this money for a man? As if.' That is the moment the plot goes completely off the rails. The so-called innocent heroine cried her eyes out. I am so sorry, but I don't do crocodile tears. The only confirmation I care about is a transaction alert from my bank. The leading man is madly in love? That sounds draining. Would five million dollars be enough to help him move on and, you know, find a hobby? Anyone trying to guilt-trip me with the family line gets a meeting with my lawyers. It's a very quick lesson in the legal food chain. They say I'm all about the money and I'm incapable of real love. To which I say, "Perfect." Catching feelings gets you hurt. Stacking cash is my Kevlar. This is the story of an heiress who learned a simple trick: why waste energy on drama when you can just write a check? It's a hilarious look at how she uses her family's fortune to shut down every hater, gold-digger, and two-faced friend in her orbit. Don't bother trying to reason with me. Frankly, it's a waste of my money.