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It's been two years since I bought this house. A mansion standing proud on one of the richest district in Seoul. Of course with some help of by bed partner's credit cards, I was able to pay this fully. White marbled floor, class A architectural design, wide green garden, it was everything I ever wanted. But I can feel that something's missing or I say lacking. For it to be missing, it should be there in the first place. But I don't know what it is.

I carefully curled my eyelashes and finished it with mascara, remove all my hair curlers that dropped the curls naturally to my shoulder and wore the reddest of all red lipstick. I examined myself in front of the infinity mirror and I definitely like what I am seeing. The smoky dark eyes and the redness of my lips shows my true personality while in contrast, the white dress makes everything angelic.

'Miss, the limousine's here' Nanny said behind the dressing room door.

'Okay, tell him to wait for me in a while. And bring me my heels' I ordered.

'Yes Miss' she responded.

I closed my eyes to recall the plans I have formulated after I heard about this party. For years, I only have one formula: look, talk, seduce, fuck, ditch. But this time, it's different. Blackmailing will be part of the game. Since everyone in that party have golden plated names, definitely they can offer diamonds. What I want now is a branch of company I could own personally. It may sound so impossible that a nobody like me could suddenly own a market. But as what they said, it is only impossible if you don't desire it too much. Plus, I know the fact that these men take care of their names that is why blackmailing is necessary. Who would think that a girl as gorgeous as I am would make some bad plans for them?   No one will know except if my other self would tell them. But neither of us exists.

' Good evening ma'am.' Driver greeted but I didn't mind him. I walked directly inside the limousine and he closed the door with a smile. 20 minutes later, I have finally arrived to my destination. The excitement never runs low and I can fully see my bright tomorrow ahead.

One of the guards with some fancy uniform opened the door for me. I slowly stepped out my rented limousine, bringing with me the determination of living this place full handed, and let the bright light of the place eat me. The place was amazing, bright light, towering decorations, wide hall and most especially, rich guests. I walked my way to the large entrance and handed my invitation to one of the staffs.

'Mr. Jung?' She read the name and looked at me looking for an explanation why this Mr. Jung looks like no mister at all.

'He sent me as a substitute. Any problem with that?' I raised a brow. Attitude, the most important thing.

'No, not at all' she stuttered forcing a smile. 'Please, come in' she said and opened the wide door that leads to the party venue.

I confidently walked my way inside this glamorous hall. I laughed a bit because they let a party crasher in. A party crasher as gorgeous as I am. Well, as what they say, for you to not look suspicious you need to act like you belong. And then I stood still because of the sudden realization. Everyone wore mask aside from me. It's a mascaraed party. How could I miss this fact? I silently cursed under my breath as I tried to retain my confidence and composure. I looked around the crowd to look for someone that might be as dumb as I am. Someone who's also not wearing a mask. But sadly, they are the elites, no one was bare faced. Good thing a good idea came to me when I saw one, I believe, out caster from the crowd on the other side of the hall. He was just there, awkwardly standing while the crowd around him is busy talking business matter. With his tuxedo and mask that slightly covered his face, this guy is definitely a good prey for a mask. With no further ado, I walked my way to him and tried to lock a gaze. He suddenly noticed me, as intended, and starts to stiffen with my presence. I grabbed a glass of red wine to the moving waiters.

When I was a few steps from him 'Hi' I greeted casually without any hint of hidden intentions and combed my hair using my hands in a way, I know, I would look sexy. He looks around to look for someone I might be talking to aside from him. I would never hook a guy like this, too… dumb. I mentally noted.

'M-me?' he stuttered pointing to himself.

'Yes, obviously' I said calmly with a smile but inside me, I could have rolled my eyes a hundred times. 'Why are you standing here alone?' I said softly. Forcefully.

'I-I don't know. I was j-just forced to be here by my father' he answered shyly. I tried to make a face, since it's bare without a mask, to let him feel that I feel sad about it. Guess we have some similarities then, we are both forced to something we don't like: you being in this party and me talking to you. What a coincidence.

'Y-you? Why are you here?' He asked and looked at me directly to the eyes and slowly down to my face as a whole and to my body. He even looked at me innocently lustful. 

'Because of the party of course' I answered.

'N-no, here' he emphasized his point by pointing to his location.

I need your mask, now 'I just don't feel the crowd' I lied and he seems to be buying it. As my temper grew short because of the time I have been spending just to have his stupid mask, I made my move.

'You know what? You look cute' I said and gave her my best smile. He was obviously stunned by then and gave an awkward chuckle.

'R-really?' he nervously asked. Don't flirt with me, you're not my type to start with, I thought.  

'Sure, let me just remove this for you' I then slowly reached my hands to remove the mask I have been itching to lay my hands to.

'There. You really are cute' I said after I successfully removed his mask. Definitely unadorable.

'You think so?' at this point, I guess he has gained the confidence he don't have since the start of our conversation. I nodded to send him his assurance of my words which are definitely lies. After a minute of fake flirting with this dumbass, I acted to have an urgent phone call.

'I have to answer this for a while' I announced as I took a few steps away from him.

'S-sure' he said forcing a smile. He definitely wants me to stay a little longer but hell no, my time is paid. Lucky you this is for free. I sent him a smile and walked away with his mask on my hand. Success.

For almost an hour of talking with random people, of course with my mask on, I failed to look for my prey. Because unluckily, they are not as rich as what I expected, as what I wanted them to be. Wondering how I talk to them? As what you can see, I'm no ordinary prostitute in the road you can just pull out from.  Or sluts from the bar you can order to sit on the table with you. Or those girls who dance nakedly on the pole stage for viewing pleasures. I couldn't be this rich if my standards are that low. Not only I got the body to fuck with, a face to stare to but also I got the brain to be proud of. I'm no ordinary prostitute, I'm The Prostitute. Highly sophisticated.

 I'm starting to get depress to the rising possibility of me leaving this place empty handed. The chances of looking for the perfect rich guy are growing thin. When I got bored to a group of elites, I excuse myself and move to another group and another and so on. My bright plan is starting to get blur but suddenly I saw a group of young, single business women, a good source of information. Girls, no matter what, talks about boys they are attracted to, plus, these girls are young, definitely they talk about men. And before I could even join their conversation…

'OMG! There he is~' One squealed but in a formal way, no body twitching, finger pointing or wild grin, just a calm composure. God, there even have the time to fangirl? And they're good in hiding it.

They, one by one, turned their heads to make it not so obvious whom they are looking at. And I, standing just a few steps away from them, followed their gaze. I then saw a group of young elites, 5 men exactly, that I never noticed before. They were, obviously, talking about this group of girls because they are also glancing our way. And my curiosity arose. I approached the girls to ask who they are.

'They are the youngest batch of successful businessmen in Seoul.' One answered

'All of them are considered to be one of the top 50 best businessmen yet'

'Don't forget that two of them are in the top 10 richest man in the country' one added

'Plus, they're not even Koreans' these girls really did some good investigations. And I love what I am hearing. 'really?' I said with compassion same as theirs. So that means I can hook any of them. And the best thing is that, they are all single. That means I could enjoy them and their privilege without any third party. But, as what I said, I need to have the best so that means I have to choose the one on the top 10.

I pulled pieces of me together and collected my confidence in approaching this group. Not much of a work really. And, they already noticed me going their way. Some of them grew conscious and started fixing their ties and some gave me their best of smiles. But there was this one person who never really gave me the attention I am seeking. He was facing his back in my direction from the very start and never really turned to even face me. Step by step, I gave the four of them my most gorgeous smile and sexiest gaze. For their amazement, they tapped the guy I was telling earlier and gesturing to my direction which is a few meter away. That's when he turned his head to look at me. Dark-blond hair, white skin, long nose, powerful eyes, he's someone worth the talk really.  And how I wished he didn't looked at me for I was stunned under his gaze. It caused me to unconsciously pause in the middle of my track and unfortunately a stupid waiter bumped into me causing some of the liquor to stain on my white dress… perfect. Just perfect!

'I-I'm sorry, ma'am. I-I'm really, very sorry' He apologized as he picked up some of the glass that fell on the floor. I heard giggles and 'o's in the crowd and it's very humiliating. I flushed red because of the embarrassment, most especially, the group I am trying to impress seems to be enjoying. Shit. Fuck. Bullshit. Dammit. Almost I have cursed every bad word on the world in my mind. But composure, composure, I tried to calm myself and sincerely smiled on the waiter that I could kill any moment.

'I-I's okay. It's my fault anyway' I forcefully said in a composed manner. And before I could even turn to go to the bathroom, I unintentionally gazed back to him. He just fucking smirked, enjoying my humiliation then? And that's when I can't control my temper. I rolled my eyes to make him see how pissed off I am and rushed my way to the ladies bathroom.

When I was 7, I remembered when I accidentally fell on a manhole. For all places to fall in, I fell on a fucking manhole! For 15 minutes of screaming for help, no one dared to give a hand. It took me a while before my parents can even find and get me out, heavily crying. The bad thing is that, when we passed by, they were laughing and whispering to each other. It was really an embarrassing experience, just like now. The only difference is that, I had my parents to comfort me when I was young. But now, it's just me and I to do the relief.

After cleaning myself, which means, minimizing the stain that was in my dress, I looked at myself in the mirror.

'Shit, shit, shit, shit…' I repeated calmly and slow to avoid anybody from hearing my cursing.

'Perfect! Definitely a fucking perfect day! Shit~' I continued. And a question ran through my mind. What now? I can't just go out there like nothing happened. I can't just hook a man with my dirty gown. What now?

'Get the limousine here, right now' I ordered the driver through the phone. I guess I just need to let the night be? So fucking depressing… This is not what I planned. I want to scream out my anger that I was hiding inside for an hour already and burst. I want to go out this place before any of my credit would fade.

 As I went out the washroom and through the venue, the hall went dark.

'Ladies and Gentlemen.' the host started 'Let me introduce to you, our host of the party' my ears rang by his words. The 'host' of this party is here? As in the one who organized this party and spent almost millions just for the preparation? I managed to escape a smirk in my face because everything going bright for me again.

'Mr. Kris Wu' He said and a tall man went up the stage with the spotlight on him. And for me, the world stopped.

'Good evening everyone, I hope you'll enjoy the night' he said against the microphone as he raised his glass to the crowd.

His nose, his eyes, his lips… it never changed. It was Kris, it was definitely Kris.



So yes, Kris is included in the story. He's not included when I first introduced the characters but the ever handsome Wu fan will carry a big role in this story.

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