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

When the driver got into the car, his expression was calm, as indifferent as the sand dunes outside the window. In fact, he wasn't thinking much. As a retired mercenary, he had always been responsible for Van's security in Africa. Although they only met a few times a year, he understood Van thoroughly—this man was composed, reserved, and well-mannered, making it clear that he would never do anything inappropriate in the car.


The car continued moving, and the driver could faintly hear the conversation from the back seat. The woman seemed a bit tired, her weariness taking over as she gradually leaned on Van's shoulder, her body sagging as if losing all support.


Van's tone was relaxed and content. "Next time you want to go somewhere, just let Eric know ahead of time. He'll take care of everything for you."


"He's your personal assistant, how could I trouble him?" Winnie said softly, seeming to know where to draw the line.


Chapter 99