Manhattan's most elusive billionaire heir unexpectedly broke the internet by posting a suggestive thirst trap of his rock-hard abs on Instagram. The caption read: "Waiting for you in bed." A rising Hollywood starlet immediately replied: "I'll be home early tonight." Overnight, the internet went into a shipping frenzy: "Oh my god, it's so sweet. This is them going Instagram official!" But... if she is his official girlfriend, then who the hell am I? 01 I am the most notoriously hated, controversial actress in the entertainment industry. Lately, my luck had been absolute trash. Several high-profile projects I starred in had been permanently canceled because my co-stars got caught up in massive legal scandals. My reputation was in the gutter, and I had zero interest in acting. To keep me relevant, my manager used her connections to book me a spot on a live-streamed reality show. The primary guest star on the show, unfortunately, was the rising Hollywood starlet Serena Croft. She was the rumored new girlfriend of Christian Vance—the billionaire heir to the Vance corporate empire—and she also happened to be my absolute arch-nemesis. The second the cameras started rolling, the host, Brooke Harrison, asked us to introduce ourselves to the live audience. Serena smoothed her baby-blue designer sundress, pitching her voice to sound sweet and sugary. "Hi everyone! It's your favorite girl, Serena, here!" Brooke gave a sly, knowing smirk to the camera. "And if the rumors are true, maybe very soon we'll be calling you Mrs. Vance." Amidst the forced cheers of the studio crew, Serena lowered her head, flashing a practiced, blushing smile. "Oh, it's still way too early for that." I couldn't help but furrow my brow. But out of basic professional courtesy, I didn't interrupt her little performance. The live chat on the screen was already losing its collective mind: [Oh my god! Serena is basically confirming her relationship with Christian! A psychic on TikTok literally just said she has the face of a billionaire's wife. I can't believe she's actually going to become Manhattan's ultimate trophy wife.] [Serena is so precious. No wonder the notoriously cold, untouchable billionaire heir finally fell for someone. Imagine their sex life... I'm blushing just thinking about it.] [Did you guys see the thirst trap Christian posted last night? Holy shit, his abs are literal steel. My face is burning. Serena is eating so good.] Then, someone noticed me sitting quietly in the corner of the frame. [Wait, look at Kendall's face. Why is that toxic clout-chaser scowling? Is she seriously jealous that Serena bagged a billionaire? Gross.] [Our Serena is infinitely more popular, more successful, and more loved. Her boyfriend is a lieral crown prince, and Kendall's career is literally tanking. She must be suffocating with jealousy right now. Heh.] Staring at the wave of hate comments, I blinked. I wasn't jealous of Serena at all. I was just profoundly, utterly confused. Exactly three days ago, because that stubborn, straight-laced prick Christian Vance refused to try a new position in bed, we got into a massive screaming match and entered a brutal cold war. In a fit of rage, I blocked his number and every single one of his social media accounts. I never expected that the dominant, corporate tyrant, unable to reach me, would actually log onto his ancient, untouched Instagram account to post a public message. In the photo, the man had clearly just stepped out of the shower, lying flat on his back in bed. Crisp, glistening water droplets were perfectly traced across the razor-sharp ridges of his abs. His long, elegant fingers were tangled in the dark silk sheets. It was an unbridled, devastatingly seductive thirst trap. The caption read: "Waiting for you in bed." It pushed the suggestive, intimate atmosphere to an absolute extreme. A few minutes later, Serena had intercepted the narrative, reposting his photo with a coy, blushing comment: "I'll be home early tonight." By midnight, the shipping hashtag for Serena and Christian had hijacked the number one trending spot nationwide. The narrative was concrete, full of fake authority. The top comment from a fan read: "They are lieral soulmates. This is them going Instagram official!" Staring at the screen, my head was full of question marks. If Serena is Christian's official girlfriend, then who the hell am I? Did that man genuinely find a replacement after only three days of a cold war? Wow. Unbelievable. When he was with me, he acted so pristine and conservative, his heart hammering and his face flushing hot if I just tried to hold his hand in public. I spent an entire year painstakingly breaking down his walls and teaching him how to be a lover, only for him to parade his affection to my arch-nemesis on social media?! 02 After the introductory segment concluded, the host moved us along to the first icebreaker game. A cliché game of Truth or Dare. During the very first round, Serena lost. Brooke looked ecstatic, turning the camera toward her. "Well, Serena! Are you going to choose Truth or Dare?" Serena thought for a moment, smiling sweetly. "Truth." Sensing a massive opportunity to farm drama, Brooke's voice pitched up in excitement. "Oh! Any question at all?" Serena covered her face cutely, looking shy. "Just don't make it too wild, please. He prefers to keep a very low profile." The live chat went into another shipping frenzy: [HAHAHA, Christian is like: 'Stop calling me he, just read out my social security number already.'] [Who knew that after going Instagram official, this couple would be so unbothered about hiding it? The sweetness is suffocating.] [Look at Kendall's face. She looks green with envy. She's been fighting Serena for roles and sponsorships for years, and now that Serena has an entire corporate empire backing her, Kendall looks completely paralyzed.] Are you kidding me? I was literally just adjusting my colored contacts. How the hell did that translate into me rolling my eyes in envy? After securing Serena's permission, Brooke gave a fawning, gossipy grin. "Alright! Our question is: can you describe the exact moment you and Christian met?" Serena pressed her lips together, her eyes distant as she pretended to recall a beautiful memory. "Last winter, I was shooting a commercial as the brand ambassador for Vance Enterprises. After we wrapped, Christian personally bought me a hot cocoa, and we spent hours walking through the private corporate gardens together..." The more Serena spoke, the redder her cheeks became, until she shyly lowered her head. "Oh wow~ That is so romantic," Brooke and the other guests gushed, acting completely captivated by the story. Sitting in the corner as a glorified background prop, I listened to her story, and something felt deeply, profoundly wrong. I set down my half-eaten orange and couldn't help but interrupt: "Are you absolutely sure Christian Vance personally bought you that hot cocoa?" Serena froze for a fraction of a second. She quickly recovered her signature smile, though her voice sounded slightly victimized. "Yes, I am. Why? Are you implying I'm a liar, Kendall?" I offered a highly diplomatic warning: "I think you should try real hard to remember that day correctly..." Because I remembered that day perfectly. I remembered it because due to a certain shameful test of physical endurance in bed, Christian hadn't even stepped foot inside his corporate office that day. He and I had been completely tangled up in my bedroom from the mattress to the floor-to-ceiling windows to the vanity for an entire afternoon. His bespoke designer leather belt had literally snapped when he went to put his clothes back on that night. The hot cocoa she was talking about was a generic winter perk provided by the HR department to every single employee on the corporate lot that day. Even the cleaning staff got a cup. And as for that romantic walk through the private gardens? It was literally hailing golf-ball-sized chunks of ice that day! Serena clearly didn't expect anyone to call her out. Her sweet smile completely hardened on her face, and her voice carried a sharp, barely hidden hostility. "Kendall, you're questioning my relationship so aggressively... do you know Christian well?" Given my career, the last thing I wanted was to expose my relationship with Christian Vance. Plus, we were still in a cold war, so I gave a vague, detached answer: "We're alright." We just had a negative-distance physical alignment four or five times a week. Serena put on a mask of pure innocence. "Oh, really? That's nice. But... Kendall, it's so weird. I've never heard Christian mention your name once..." The live chat exploded: [LMAOOOOO! The reality check hit her like a hurricane! I am dying laughing at Kendall's desperate attempt to clout-chase. She actually had the audacity to question Serena's relationship when she's probably never even breathed the same air as Christian.] [Hold on, am I the only one who thinks Kendall's guilty, shifty expression looks like she actually has a history with him? What if Serena is the one lying...?] [Commenter above, what kind of psychotic delusion are you living in? What history could a controversial, hated actress have with a billionaire heir? She's been trying to steal Serena's roles for years, and now she's trying to steal her man. Her skin is thicker than a vault door.] 03 After the Truth or Dare game concluded, it was almost noon. The reality show had an ironclad tradition for its lunchtime segment. Every guest star had to pull out their phone, go into their contact list, and invite one friend to come to the studio set in person to draw a lottery card. The card would dictate whether the guest star got to eat a gourmet, Michelin-star feast for lunch, or a plate of toxic, inedible sludge. It was a highly calculated, transactional strategy designed by the producers. They only had to pay the appearance fees for two stars, but got to farm the viral engagement of four celebrities. The production assistant returned our phones, which had been confiscated at the start of filming. Brooke gave a mysterious, excited grin. "Today's invitation segment is going to be a little different from our previous episodes. We are going to mirror your phone screens directly onto the massive studio monitors, and let the fans choose who you text!" Serena smoothly agreed, opening her messages app. Her phone screen instantly mirrored onto the giant monitors behind us. Her pinned conversation at the top of her contact list bore the name: "My Sweet Christian." The concurrent viewership on the livestream instantly doubled. The chat was completely flooded with Christian Vance's name, the metrics skyrocketing. Brooke looked ecstatic as she looked at Serena. "Wow! The fans and I are absolutely dying to see the future Mr. and Mrs. Vance reunite on screen!" Amidst the cheers of the crew, Serena slowly typed out a message in the chat box: "Christian, are you free to drop by the studio for lunch?" The live chat went wild: [Oooooh! See? Falling in love really turns even the coldest billionaires into soft little boys. Pinned contact and a cute nickname? I am choking on this romance. I can't wait for them to stand in the same frame so Kendall can finally see reality.] [I heard the Vance family has extremely strict, old-money traditions. They're incredibly private and forbid their heirs from ever participating in non-corporate entertainment media. Is Christian seriously going to break a generational rule just for Serena? Wow, this is a literal wattpad book.] Time ticked away, minute by minute, but the conversation with "My Sweet Christian" remained completely dead. No reply. Serena had no choice but to disconnect her screen mirroring. A few seconds later, her eyes suddenly widened in feigned, ecstatic surprise, and she spoke in a sweet, performative pout: "Christian just texted me privately! He said he was stuck in an emergency board meeting and his schedule is completely packed today, so he can't make it out for lunch." "But he said he's going to buy me a few designer bags to make it up to me. Hmph, a few bags isn't going to cut it. I'm going to demand he buy me a hundred. I'll keep one, and distribute the rest to Brooke and my beautiful fans." Hearing that Christian wasn't coming, the fans in the chat were initially disappointed, but within seconds, they recovered and started shipping them again. [Wow, Christian spoils Serena so much. A hundred designer bags like it's nothing? The absolute wealth is terrifying. I wish I could body-swap with Serena for just two days.] [We really have to thank Serena for giving us such incredible perks. I can't even imagine how expensive a bag bought by a billionaire heir is going to be.] [Is this what it looks like to have an infinite bank account? No wonder Kendall looks like she's dying of jealousy right now. She's probably burning alive inside.] Brooke's eyes were literally shining with greed, her voice dripping with sycophantic praise. "Oh my god, thank you so much, Serena! I guess I'm finally getting a taste of what it's like to be a billionaire's wife!" In the middle of the celebratory atmosphere, I lierally burst out laughing. Because Serena had disconnected her screen mirroring, the audience couldn't see her actual text thread. But I knew with absolute certainty that it was mathematically impossible for Christian Vance to have sent that text message. Predictably, my laughter triggered another nuclear explosion in the live chat, with everyone accusing me of being a bitter hater who couldn't stand seeing someone else win. Only a few rational viewers raised a suspicion: [Isn't it a little too convenient? The exact second she disconnects her screen mirroring, Christian text her privately? Are we sure she didn't just make that up?] But their comments were instantly obliterated by the aggressive mob of fans: [You must be Kendall's burner account. Just like your idol, you're like a rat hiding in a sewer, completely miserable because you can't handle someone else's happiness.] [...] Hearing my laughter, Brooke finally directed her attention to me, her tone dismissive and dry. "Kendall, are you ready to mirror your screen?" I was about to nod when a sudden realization hit me. I instinctively tightened my grip on my phone. "Can you give me a second?" Brooke was visibly irritated, wanting to keep the momentum going. "Is Kendall feeling a little overwhelmed by the game? It's fine, let me help you with that." Without warning, Brooke reached over and forcefully snatched the phone out of my hands. Before I could lock it, my screen mirrored directly onto the massive studio monitors. The image that exploded onto the screen showed the sharp, dangerous silhouette of a man. His pale, perfect lips were pressed into a hard line. The man was kneeling flat on a polished hardwood floor, his face tilted up slightly. His tailored suit fabric stretched tightly over his powerful frame, and his corporate tie was being lazily, effortlessly wrapped around a woman's hand, her fingers painted with dark crimson polish, pulling him forward. It was cold, dominant, and packed with an absolute, suffocating sexual tension. Even though the photo only captured the lower half of his face, a viewer in the chat recognized him instantly: [Wait... THAT'S CHRISTIAN VANCE! Why the hell is he kneeling like a submissive dog?!] [Holy shit, this photo isn't available anywhere on the internet! Why does Kendall have this?! I am losing my mind, is there actually something going on between them...?] [Are you blind? This is an obvious deepfake photoshop. Kendall is a pathetic, obsessive stalker who edited her own hand into a fake picture. I can't wait to watch the billionaire's lawyers destroy her career for this.] [LMAO, the commenter above is right. Let's make Kendall invite Christian right now! Serena is too sweet to defend herself, let's let Christian Vance personally show up and nuke this clout-chaser's existence into the ground.] The comments demanding "FORCE KENDALL TO INVITE CHRISTIAN VANCE" began aggressively spamming the screen. 04 Brooke and the other guests leaned back, looking like they were settling in to watch an execution. Only Serena proactively approached my chair. Having just failed to bring her own "boyfriend" to the set, she was desperate to use me to regain her dominance. "Kendall, the audience has already made their choice. Why haven't you sent Christian a message yet?" A few seconds later, she put on a mask of pure, mock-sympathy, lowering her voice. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Kendall. You claimed earlier that you and Christian were 'alright,' so I assumed you actually had his number. I didn't realize... you don't even have his contact info..." The live chat poured out absolute, unbridled mockery: [HAHAHA, she talked a massive game, and now she can't even back it up. If I were Kendall, I would pack my bags and run out the back door right now to save myself from the absolute embarrassment.] [Wait, am I the only one who thinks Serena is acting a bit toxic? She knows Christian is busy, yet she's forcing Kendall to text him just to humiliate her.] [Toxic? Are you crazy? Serena is the legitimate girlfriend. Watching some cheap slut try to clout-chase using her man, she's being incredibly polite by not screaming in her face.] Seeing my lack of movement, Brooke took up the mantle of justice for Serena. "Kendall, Serena is speaking to you. Out of basic human politeness, don't you think you should reply?" I looked at Serena, my tone deadpan and flat. "With acting skills like that, you should really focus on booking a movie role instead of doing reality TV." Brooke's mouth popped open in fury, but Serena stopped her from screaming, looking like a fragile, weeping angel. "Kendall, I understand that you're in a bad place with your career right now." "How about this? I'll give you Christian's number myself. But whether he actually blocks you or ignores you, I can't guarantee..." I casually cut her off. "No need. I already have his number. I just blocked him." The live chat erupted with laughter: [Everyone else is dying to get a billionaire's number, and she claims she blocked him? Who is she trying to fool?] [God, I despise people who flex things they don't have. Especially when the lie is this transparent. Serena has offered her a way out multiple times, even offering to give her the number, and she acts like a smug, arrogant bitch.] [Filming a show with a toxic parasite like her must be exhausting for Serena.] Brooke wore a look of pure, euphoric malice. "Kendall, since you swear you have his number, send him the invitation right now." The entire cast turned their heads, waiting to watch the train wreck. Under the collective gaze of the room, I slowly went into my block list, unblocked the contact labeled "My Little Puppy," and typed out a single line: "I'm giving you exactly one chance. Get your ass over here and make me lunch." He replied instantly. [BABY! You finally unblocked me!] [Let's make lunch together! Can we try that new position you picked out last time? I swear I've been practicing it every single day in my head.] [Baby, please don't ignore me. I promise I will never say no to any of your demands in bed ever again...] I used the absolute maximum speed of my fingers to disconnect the screen mirroring, but it was too late. The 18+ explicit text messages had already been hard-witnessed by the entire internet. A suffocating, dead silence paralyzed the entire studio for fifteen seconds. 05 Brooke stood frozen, her jaw practically on the floor. "Kendall... who exactly were you texting just now?" I was internally cursing that idiot for typing out our bedroom secrets on a public frequency, but I kept my face deadpan as I locked my phone. "Christian Vance." "The billionaire heir Christian Vance?!" I gave a cold laugh. "Is there another Christian Vance?" I had been targeted, blackmailed, and deliberately defamed by Brooke and Serena the entire morning. They wanted to use me as a villainous prop to elevate Serena's image and farm viral metrics for their show. Well, congratulations. The live chat flipped completely: [HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! The narrative just executed a nuclear inversion! Kendall lieral had the billionaire heir blocked! And he's a submissive little puppy for her?! Is this real life?!] [LMAO, I am living for this. The host is an absolute corporate hack who always kisses up to rich guests and tramples on lower-tier actors. Kendall just completely destroyed her on live TV. Savage.] [I can't breathe. I am lieral staring at the screen with my jaw open.] [...] Brooke's face went completely blank, her mind short-circuiting as she looked at Serena for help. Serena rushed over to my desk, her eyes rimmed with tears. "Kendall, I don't know what kind of game you're playing. But faking a corporate billionaire's identity online is a federal crime. You are actively destroying his corporate reputation. This is going too far." She was desperately trying to convince herself it was a fake account or a hired model. Brooke quickly caught onto her lifeline. "Exactly! The profile picture on Kendall's phone doesn't even match Serena's contact picture! You hired a fake model to pretend to be him, didn't you?!" The live chat spam continued: [Wait, the commenter has a point. Billionaire romance leads don't text like desperate, horny puppies. And 'My Little Puppy'?! Does Kendall really have the balls to call Christian Vance a dog? No way.] [I bet she just hired a high-end male model from an agency to change his name on WhatsApp. Kendall's reputation is trash anyway, she's probably desperate enough to commit fraud for clout.] [I feel so bad for Serena. This crazy bitch is literally unhinged. I hope Christian's legal team sues her into bankruptcy.] I looked at the host, my expression perfectly calm. "That's his private account. Only his immediate family and I have access to it." Before the host could reply, my phone started vibrating relentlessly. He was spamming me. [I'm so sorry, baby. I was busy reviewing that position this morning, so I didn't see your text or the notifications. It's my fault.] [I didn't mean to expose our relationship to the media. I promised you I would never interfere with your career or forcefully claim a public title.] [But since I'm coming to the studio right now, you have to give me a title. Boyfriend? Husband? Or... your loyal dog is fine too.] I didn't even bother trying to hide the screen anymore. Brooke turned to Serena, her voice trembling. "Serena... did Christian mention what time he was arriving?" Serena's face was completely devoid of color. She stammered, her voice shaking violently. "Christian is extremely busy today... he's in a board meeting... he's not coming..." I locked my phone and announced flatly: "Christian Vance will be here at 12:30 PM."
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