Sophie's POV
As soon as I closed the door behind me, I dropped the terrified act. No need for that performance anymore. I couldn't help the smug smile spreading across my face. Everything was going according to plan.
I glanced at my phone, seeing a message from an unknown number.
"You need to pay extra for this job."
I typed back immediately, "No problem. Just don't screw up the performance!"
The whole "abusive ex-husband" story? Completely fabricated, of course. I'd carefully crafted that little tale and hired an actor to play the part.
While I did marry a wealthy older man abroad who genuinely died, that pathetic backstory was pure fiction.
But how else could I make Ryan feel sorry for me? Men like him are so predictably heroic when faced with a damsel in distress.
