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That afternoon, I scheduled the surgery and booked a flight to Northern Europe for seven days later–the same day as the “engagement.”
The sugar daddy’s living expenses should come in soon. Might as well squeeze out one last bit of money.
They wanted to crush my beautiful dreams at the engagement party?
I’d rather leave first and turn their little event into a complete joke.
All these years as a kept woman, at least I saved up a decent amount.
Lately, the money’s been coming in weirdly frequently.
I’d wondered why Kellan kept “forgetting” he’d already sent it and kept sending more.
Turned out, one transfer from him, then another “top–up” from his brother.
My fingers brushed over the numbers in my mobile banking app–cold, but brought a real sense of security.
I got involved with Kellan back in college.
Vina was my roommate.
She loved a game, destroying what others held dear.
In high school, she instigated a rich boy to go after an ordinary girl.
Flowers, luxury gifts, sweet talk–he went all out.
The girl fell fast.
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The night before the SAT, Vina told the guy to dump her. The girl broke down, failed the exam, and later… jumped off a building. She survived but ended up in a vegetative state.
Vina went on to college like nothing happened and became my roommate.
Then she set her sights on me–the broke campus beauty juggling three jobs, with a gambling father, a sick mom, and a paralyzed grandma.
I was her next target.
Kellan was the “leading man” she picked for me–a physics genius from Columbia University, the kind of golden boy whose candid photos go viral, heir to the Greyson Group.
The script was simple. He used money and tenderness to hook me. Once I was completely hooked on that life, he’d walk away, leaving me to fall apart from the crash.
This book had been added on your bookshelf.
Kellan did play his role a little too well.
Gifts kept coming. He acted heartbroken over my situation, insisted I quit all my jobs, and always had some surprises up his sleeve.
But I was like a squirrel stocking up for winter.
Everything he gave, I saved.
The jewelry he gave me? I sold it for a high price on a second–hand platform.
I’d been broke too long, and I only felt safe with money in hand.
Besides, I wasn’t stupid.
Every time he held my hand, I caught that flicker of mockery in his eyes.
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I didn’t know why he was putting on this act, but he was rich and generous, and I wasn’t about to waste the chance.
We dated like any normal couple–held hands, kissed, hugged.
That winter, I even clumsily knitted him a scarf.
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The day my grandma was dying, I asked him for an expensive “birthday gift” for the first time.
I remember he froze, then his eyes gleamed with wild delight, like a hunter watching his prey walking into his trap.
Everything was going according to plan.
The next day, Kellan dumped me.
Vina was waiting to see me fall apart–begging, humiliated, clinging like a fool.
But I just quietly deleted all of Kellan’s contacts and picked up two part- time jobs again.
My life went on as usual, even gaining 1 kg, eating junk foods, and drinking calcium–fortified milk.
No breakdown, no drama. Vina lost interest once the game stopped being fun. She started messing with me in the dorm–tacks in my shoes, soaking my blanket in the middle of winter…
Then my gambling father racked up massive debt to the Greyson family, and he threw me to them as payment.
That’s how I became his kept woman.
Honestly, I’d been thinking about settling down lately.
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Kellan had always been distant, never crossed the line.
But since the start of the year, “he” changed.
“He” started kissing me.
That night, “he” came home reeking of alcohol.
I’d just made him some tea to sober up, walked over with the cup, and “he” pulled me into his arms by the waist.
“His” lips crashed into mine–hungry, possessive.
I was so clumsy that I nearly forgot how to breathe.
“He” let out a low chuckle. “So you are sweet. Next time, remember to
breathe.”
That night was my first.
After that, “he” became obsessed with trying all kinds of excitement.
Without any protection.
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“He” liked doing it in places where the butler or housekeepers might walk by–the living room, the study… All I could do was bite my lip to not make a sound.
The more I held back, the more “he” seemed to get excited.
“He” had this quirk, right at the peak, “he” would repeatedly ask, “Who am I?”
“Kellan, you’re Kellan Greyson.”
“Wrong. Say it again.”
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“What’s wrong with you? Kellan—”
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