In order to get rid of the family marriage, I randomly recruited a younger brother to act as my fiancé in the bar.
I pinched his chin and chuckled: "Marry me and spend the money as you like."
The young man nodded with red ears, like a tamed little wolfdog.
Until one day, the financial headlines published a photo of the prince of a multinational conglomerate.
That face is exactly the same as that of my "poor brother".
I packed up my luggage and ran away overnight, but he and his bodyguards surrounded me at the airport.
He tore off the disguise of being obedient and pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window of the VIP lounge:
"Sister, you deceived my heart... Where do you want to escape to?"
