It should have been easy. I needed the money. He needed a babysitter to keep him from overdosing. I was picked especially for him. Responsible. Optimistic. Warm. Innocent. The worst part is that I should have known better. Justin Bieber. Canadian Pop Star. Serial heartbreaker. I signed the contract. World tour. Four Continents. One hundred shows. My name is Riley, and I sold my soul to a tattooed god. Problem was, my soul wasn't enough for him. He ended up taking my body, too. Then he took my heart. Then he took my all.