I staged a fake romance that shook the entertainment industry, all so I could bring my secret crush out into the open.
Everyone thought I joined that dating show as a business move to put an end to the rumors.
They had no idea it was a trap I had laid, one eight years in the making.
Eight years ago, in my darkest days, a girl named Su Nian came like a ray of light and gave me the courage to keep living.
When we met again, she was a single mother, willing to do anything for money, even pretend to love me on camera.
That was fine.
I played along, watching her flash a fake smile for the cameras and treat me with cool indifference when they were off.
I tested the waters step by step, falling deeper little by little, and savored this game of “pretending until it became real,” one I had orchestrated myself.
She thought the contract was her shield, and that she could walk away clean when it expired.
But she forgot that I was the one who signed it. I make the rules of this game.
When she disappeared with my money, I tore off every disguise.
“Su Nian, you traded fake love for my money. Now I want you to spend the rest of your life repaying what you owe me.”
