In my wildest year, I played the part of a fallen angel and became the trophy girlfriend of Sebastian Thorne, a powerful Wall Street tycoon. To the public, he was cold and distant. In private, he was possessive and insatiable, demanding affection anywhere, anytime. I enjoyed the thrill for three months, then got bored. Just as I was about to break it off, I overheard someone warning him: "Take it easy with Sienna. Don't knock her up. These girls who believe in 'true love' are the hardest to get rid of." Sebastian’s tone was flat: "Money solves everything." "But the girl is obsessed with me right now. Very clingy. No rush." Clingy? Me? But last time he was drunk, crying and begging me never to leave him... I accidentally recorded that. 1 When I woke up, Sebastian was gone. He had a cross-border conference call and had disappeared into his study before dawn. I sat in front of the vanity mirror. Looking at my reflection—haggard, like a succubus drained of her essence by a male demon. I let out a heavy sigh. I couldn't live this life of being "too well-fed" for another day. Finally, I mustered the courage to go to his study and break up. But outside the door, I heard Sebastian’s business partner, Liam, gossiping. "Seb, that pink diamond you dropped 20 million on at the auction... don't tell me it's for Sienna?" I looked down at my ring finger, where the diamond sparkled with fire. It was the ring Sebastian coaxed me into wearing during one of our intense nights. "It's just 20 million. Don't make a fuss." Hearing this, Liam paused, then exclaimed in disbelief: "No way, you actually gave it to her? Can a broke girl like her even tell the difference?" Then his tone shifted, serious: "Seb, as a brother, let me remind you. Someone from the bottom like Sienna isn't right for you." "I know." Liam sighed in relief: "Good, as long as you know. But take it easy with her. Don't knock her up. These girls who believe in 'true love' are the hardest to get rid of." I laughed out of anger. In one minute, he spent fifty-nine seconds insulting me. The last second was spent finding the words. But the next moment. I heard Sebastian hum lightly, replying indifferently: "Money solves everything." "But the girl is obsessed with me right now. Very clingy. No rush." Huh? Clingy? Me? But last time I was filming a TikTok dance. He barged in, reeking of alcohol. Crying and demanding I promise never to leave him. I accidentally recorded that. 2 While I was spacing out. My phone buzzed. It was a message from Sebastian: [Awake?] I immediately ran back to bed, lay down, and sent a "just woke up" selfie. He replied instantly: "Little temptress." Before I could react, he video called me. As soon as I answered. A screen full of tanned chest muscles hit my eyes. I was immune to it by now, even pouting in disdain. Sebastian chuckled low: "Seducing me?" Bro, listen to your own voice, raspy as hell. Who is seducing whom? I put on a cold face: "Sebastian, let's break up." If I had any guilt before today... It vanished the moment I heard him trash-talking me with his friend. Silence on the other end for a second. "Which brand's new collection do you want?" "I'm serious. Not joking." "The new limited edition Hermès Birkin crocodile. It's in the walk-in closet, third shelf from the left. Go get it." I went silent. Liam should really see who the simp is here. Seeing me silent. Sebastian lit a cigar, staring at the camera for three seconds. Suddenly, he smiled, voice husky: "Baby, was I too rough last night? Did I hurt you?" Mentioning that. I suppressed the urge to curse and tried to reason with him. "We aren't compatible." "I think we fit perfectly." He smirked, a meaningful look in his eyes. I started making things up. "You like dogs, I like cats. Your dog always bullies my cat." "I like sleeping in; you like waking up early to work out." "I love burgers and fries; you say kale smoothies are healthier." "Incompatible means incompatible. Sebastian, let's be adults. A peaceful breakup, okay?" I said it all in one breath. I didn't notice the anger rising on his face. The next second. Bang! The bedroom door was shoved open. Sebastian stood there, radiating a chill. His gaze was cold as he said slowly: "Sienna, don't forget. You're the one who provoked me first." 3 He was right. Between us, it was indeed my lust that started it. Three months ago, celebrating my best friend's birthday at a club. I rushed out and forgot my contacts. I mistook VIP Room 188 for 168, pushed the door open, said hi to everyone, and sat down. Coincidentally, right next to Sebastian. He glanced at me from the corner of his eye but said nothing. Seeing no reaction from him, the others were confused but moved on. "Heard there's a 'femme fatale' in the city. Plays the field hard. She's dated every man with a name in town." "Oh? Must be a stunning beauty then?" "Never seen her, but heard her methods are legendary. Hooks a pinky and men fall for her." I raised an eyebrow. I hooked Sebastian's pinky through the wine glass. He spoke suddenly: "Watch your boundaries." Everyone went silent. I held back a laugh. He looked over again: "And you. Had enough fun watching?" My best friend always said I used my beauty like a weapon. Even without makeup, I looked like a ripe peach waiting to be picked. Skin like porcelain, waist so slim. Under the dim lights. I turned my head, revealing a pale collarbone, looking fragile and pale. A flash of amazement crossed his eyes. Just as a tear fell. I whimpered and threw myself into Sebastian's arms. "Holy sh*t!" Everyone in the room gasped. The next second. I stood up with red eyes and ran out of the room. Two hours later. A room card with a phone number was delivered to my hand. It all happened so naturally. I hid my identity and became Sebastian's trophy girlfriend. He spent money; I enjoyed it. It felt amazing. Amazing enough that I almost forgot. In the world of the ultra-rich, there is no true heart. 4 Sebastian started a one-sided cold war. But too many men were willing to die for me. His little tantrum didn't even make a ripple in my pond. I acted normal. When in a good mood, I posted an afternoon tea pic on Instagram. Sebastian liked it instantly. But within three seconds, he'd unlike it. So petty. Seven days later, my visa for the trip expired. The day I left the city, the sky was clear. I had no luggage and told no one. When the maid asked, I said I was going shopping. The car drove onto the highway, passing a giant LED billboard. It was scrolling through news of Sebastian's "scandal." After our unhappy parting, he hadn't returned to the penthouse. But my phone kept getting notifications about him. Old clichés about finding a new love. I found it childish. I opened my phone. The chat was still stuck on yesterday. [Tomorrow night, 8 PM. The Harbor. I have something to say.] The next second. A notification popped up. [Breaking! Massive marriage proposal setup at the Harbor! The man is Sebastian Thorne!] My heart skipped a beat. I quickly turned off my phone. Close call! Almost caught feelings.
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