[Paranoid imprisonment + stand-in literature + ultimate pulling + 1v1]
[The decisive, paranoid, ruthless capitalist in Southeast Asia × the witty and cunning wife]
The first time he saw me on the streets of Bangkok, his heart stopped.
It wasn't love at first sight.
It's because I have a face exactly like his dead Bai Yueguang.
He looked up my flight, my name, who my husband was, how old my son was.
Then he took me away in the mall restroom.
"I just wanted to treat you to a meal," he said, "Who told you to be disobedient?"
I was locked up in a villa by the Chao Phraya River, wearing her clothes, using her perfume, and being her substitute.
He thought I would cry, make trouble, and beg for mercy.
But he doesn't know that what I'm best at is pretending.
Pretend to be good, pretend to be soft, pretend to be submissive.
Wait for a chance to escape from his prison.
But he didn't even know that his heart was broken the day I escaped.
