Love at first sight often happens in movies, right? And like those kitschy old films, the NYC billionaire whisked me from the café where I work to his Manhattan penthouse. Before stepping on his private jet, I knew the score: 1. Pose as his fake date for his ex-girlfriend’s engagement party. 2. Impress all the muckety-muck guests with my charm but above all … 3. Make his fiancé jealous so she’ll rush back into his arms. Now I didn’t know that I’m his ex’s doppelganger until the party. Neither did I find out about the “bet” he and his best friend made behind my back. But I’d sign the contract again because that money would see my adored kid brother become a tennis star. P.S. I never thought I’d fall in love with anyone, let alone with a billionaire. But now that I’ve fallen for him, how can I make him fall in love with me?