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 took a deep breath and stopped speaking. Little did she know, the man in front of her possessed extraordinary self-control and immense restraint. The desire he had first experienced was already deeply imprinted in his heart. When he tasted it for the second time, he was no longer so eager. Instead, he took his time, savoring every detail he hadn't noticed before. As for satisfying himself, He preferred to save that for next time, to keep the freshness.


At this moment, Winnie no longer cared whether he had a "problem." She only wanted to know if that fireworks display that had kept her up all night really existed. It turned out, everything was just an illusion.


"Your love is really stingy," Winnie said with a hint of contempt, her lips curling slightly.


Van's lips curved up a little, a trace of self-mockery in his expression, but he still maintained his calm demeanor. Winnie couldn't read his emotions.


Chapter 83