Flight Attendant for My Friend's Father

When my wealthy best friend slept with my fiancé three hours before our wedding, I crafted the perfect revenge: cut her off by targeting the source of her fortune—her father's black card. His private airline is hiring, and I'm the newest flight attendant on his exclusive jet. Let's just say peanuts and champagne aren't the only things I'm serving at 40,000 feet.But my plan has a fatal flaw: I didn...