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

"My work is all over the place, so it's more convenient if you move in. Although you're officially an assistant, I don't have an agent, so you'll actually be doing the work of an agent," Winnie said, her tone casual yet patient. "Let's try it out first, and if you don't adapt, we can adjust."


Wendy's family had bought her a spacious apartment in LA—over 300 square yards, located in a top-tier downtown building. It featured an intelligent, fully remote home system that could adjust the indoor humidity to 53% regardless of the weather, and it even had 24-hour personal service from Eric.


Her smile stiffened, and her lips twitched. She had already started regretting her decision.


Once things were settled, Yulia enthusiastically showed her to her room. "Look, isn't it huge? I told you, this bed is super comfortable."


Chapter 44