Chapter 2After My Sugar Daddy Went Bankrupt, I Became His Sugar Mama

As a drama school graduate, I had been struggling to make it in the entertainment industry on my own merits. Though I was a newcomer, my career had been on the rise.

But I couldn't escape the jealousy of my competitors. One "diva behavior" scandal, even though I was innocent, was enough to tank my reputation and career.

Not only did I end up owing a ton in contract breach fees, I could barely afford my $200 monthly rent.

Due to a performance clause I had signed with my agency early on, the penalty for failure was astronomical. If I couldn't pay it off in time, I would go to jail.

Alexander was like a godsend, solving my urgent money problems.

I secretly rejoiced. To be honest, he was the reason I entered showbiz in the first place.

He was my favorite actor. He once insisted on doing his own stunts and got badly injured in a wire accident, which forced him to retire from acting.

I never imagined that one day we would become secret lovers like this.

The next morning when I woke up, he was already gone. There was just a new message notification on my phone.

"Breakfast is in the microwave. Heat it up yourself."

His profile picture was an unopened black umbrella, fitting his cold and aloof image.

Though he was anything but cold and aloof on the inside.

I shuffled to the kitchen in my slippers, lazily getting up to grab a cold soda from the fridge.

Just as I entered the dining room, I ran into an elegant middle-aged woman.

With a sandwich in my mouth and dishes in both hands, I didn't even have time to adjust my loose pajamas to cover the hickeys on my neck.

She smiled and said:

"I rarely see Alexander smile, but he was this morning. So he finally brought a girl home."

I was so shocked I nearly choked on my soda.

So this is... his mother?

"I never thought my son liked to keep his girlfriends hidden away. If I hadn't come to check on him, I would've thought he didn't like girls at all."

The woman chatted with me for a while longer as I awkwardly tried to respond.

Finally, she left me with a beautiful little Louis Vuitton suitcase, whispering as she left:

"This suitcase is a welcome gift for you. What's inside is for Alexander. Young people in love should still be careful, you know."

After she left, I nervously opened the suitcase to find box after box of condoms...

Ugh, why do I have to experience both incredible luck and incredible embarrassment all at once?