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 maid entered, she saw that he had already torn off the sheets and piled them in the corner, and her heart skipped a beat. Not to mention the strange atmosphere in the room, the air was filled with a shy and secretive scent. Everything in the room seemed to remind them of what had happened.


Winnie slightly pouted, her face pale but carrying a deep sadness. The tears at the corner of her eyes rested quietly on her lashes, as if they could fall at any moment.


"I'm still a public figure..." she muttered softly to herself.


Van sighed, both heartbroken and unable to suppress a smile. "What now? Do you want to see a doctor?"


"What?" Winnie blinked, not understanding his meaning.


Van lowered his head, leaned close to her ear, and his voice became low and teasing. "I just wanted to ask if we could hire a doctor to treat my girlfriend's 'little problem.'"


Chapter 133