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Chapters (80)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Author
  3. Also by Melissa Hill and published by HQ:
  4. Note to Readers
  5. Dedication
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Chapter 15
  21. Chapter 16
  22. Chapter 17
  23. Chapter 18
  24. Chapter 19
  25. Chapter 20
  26. Chapter 21
  27. Chapter 22
  28. Chapter 23
  29. Chapter 24
  30. Chapter 25
  31. Chapter 26
  32. Chapter 27
  33. Chapter 28
  34. Chapter 29
  35. Chapter 30
  36. Chapter 31
  37. Chapter 32
  38. Chapter 33
  39. Chapter 34
  40. Chapter 35
  41. Chapter 36
  42. Chapter 37
  43. Chapter 38
  44. Chapter 39
  45. Chapter 40
  46. Chapter 41
  47. Chapter 42
  48. Chapter 43
  49. Chapter 44
  50. Chapter 45
  51. Chapter 46
  52. Chapter 47
  53. Chapter 48
  54. Chapter 49
  55. Chapter 50
  56. Chapter 51
  57. Chapter 52
  58. Chapter 53
  59. Chapter 54
  60. Chapter 55
  61. Chapter 56
  62. Chapter 57
  63. Chapter 58
  64. Chapter 59
  65. Chapter 60
  66. Chapter 61
  67. Chapter 62
  68. Chapter 63
  69. Chapter 64
  70. Chapter 65
  71. Chapter 66
  72. Chapter 67
  73. Chapter 68
  74. Chapter 69
  75. Chapter 70
  76. Chapter 71
  77. Keep Reading
  78. Prologue
  79. Chapter 1
  80. About the Publisher

Belying that era was a beyond-state-of-the-art media system capable of replicating an IMAX experience that even put some LA movie mogul pads to shame. Along with smart lighting and climate control systems, with programmable thermostats and automated shades. Hannah had no idea how much the media installation alone would cost, but suspected it must surely be a few years of her salary, plus maybe tossing in selling an organ or two on the black market. Let alone the price of the apartment itself.

What must it be like to be one of the richest social media stars of your generation? That was something Hannah would never know – and that was fine with her really. In her line of work, she routinely dealt with the top of the elite mountain – the one per cent’s one per cent.

While many of the younger so-called tastemakers she’d worked with back on the West Coast – mostly bored rich kids – were narcissistic, demanding and completely out of touch with the rest of the world (‘away with the fairies’, as the Irish expression went), Courtney Wilde was a surprising exception to the rule.

The twenty-three-year-old millionaire had become a voice and role model for millions of young women around the world, with a successful online platform that combined her passions for fashion and finance. While the majority of retail and lifestyle influencers typically sought out IV lines direct to followers’ pockets to enrich themselves, Courtney Wilde conversely used hers to empower her audience with knowledge and wisdom about money and financial independence. Her mission to help younger women become financially literate and learn how to pay for their purchases through careful savings and clever investments instead of becoming slaves to credit was a powerful one that was both fashion-forward and financial-savvy.

Dior or Front Door? (blow money on designer stuff or use it to buy your own home) was the catchphrase that had captured the imagination and gone viral, thrusting Courtney’s atypical fusion of fashion and finance into the spotlight. And one which the young lady had utilised herself, with spectacular results, since this gorgeous penthouse was merely one element of a significant property portfolio.

Hannah wished someone like Courtney had been around when she was that age, particularly in her younger years growing up as a bookish, painfully-shy teenager in the rural Limerick village from which she hailed. A small farming community that offered few opportunities for glamour or social variety, about the only adolescent role models she had back then were gleaned from books and TV, and much of her life advice via Jean Luc Picard in Star Trek TNG.

Make it so . . .

She chuckled. Truly a galaxy apart from the largely confident go-getting youth of today.