NewEraCulture

A high-society romance where pretense turned into reality.
 
Van, the heir to a top-tier fortune and a regular on the front page of the Wall Street Journal, had been mocked for being perpetually single, with even rumors swirling about his "dysfunction."
 
Winnie, a Hollywood superstar desperate to escape her constant barrage of scandals, encountered this billionaire worth tens of billions. To her surprise, Van presented her with an unexpected proposal:
 
"Pretend to date me for a year. You won't have to do anything else. I'll pay you $100 million after taxes."
 
She planned to laugh it off but couldn't ignore the man's chiseled features—the way his shadowed face was lit up as he casually raised an eyebrow and lit a cigarette in the glow of firelight, his voice steady and laced with danger.
 
She remembered their first meeting in a torrential downpour—the man reclining in a silver Maybach, eyes half-closed, exuding charm yet utterly unattainable. She also remembered later, when everyone had believed him to be unshakable and untouchable, he had appeared alone, worn and weary, at her remote desert film set, quietly asking:
 
"Do you really have to shoot this kiss scene?"
 
Behind this contract lay something far deeper than money—a fixation, a love that had turned real, or perhaps an irresistible force neither of them had recognized.
 
$100 million had set the stage for a high-stakes battle of love and hate that would ultimately unravel.

A Love Confession from Las Vegas

Winnie finally fastened that men's watch around her own wrist. But her wrist was so slender that the watch face covered her entire wrist; even with the strap adjusted to the last notch, the watch was still loose and wobbly.


She opened the door, her high heels hitting the ground firmly, turned right for about 30 ft, and the elevator was perfectly stopped on the fifth floor, waiting for her arrival.


With a ding, the doors slowly opened, and the scent of perfume mixed with the cool air made Winnie shiver slightly. She stood tall and entered without hesitation.


Winnie came out of the elevator hall, waited a moment at the entrance, heard the sound of a car going over speed bumps, then saw the Maybach.


Eric didn't even recognize her; he lightly tapped the brakes, bringing the Maybach to a gentle stop while saying, "Miss Loxley doesn't seem to have arrived yet."


Chapter 60