Chapter 3The Silent Treatment: Catfishing the CEO

Although I was spoiled and pampered by my family since childhood.

Before I started dating, my brother explicitly warned me about a few people in our circle I should never touch.

The first was the Crown Prince.

Not only was his temper weird.

He also had a "white moonlight"—a first love he couldn't have.

He was basically a walking red flag.

But when I saw him at a party back then, I just couldn't resist.

I couldn't resist him when a girl publicly threw a glass of red wine in his face.

The wine dripped from the ends of his hair, sliding down his collarbone to the visible lines of his abs.

Liam raised his eyes indifferently, his profile as handsome as if carved by a knife.

He took a tissue to wipe the wine off his face while simultaneously shrugging off his incredibly expensive jacket and tossing it casually into the trash.

His movements were unhurried, exuding the lazy contempt of someone used to being at the top.

I was practically drooling.

I couldn't help but whisper to my best friend: "Say, what if I secretly took on a part-time job outside—"

My best friend, an aloof "cool girl" type, rolled her eyes with immense elegance: "Don't tell me you're going to lower your status to play the substitute for the Crown Prince's white moonlight. Did you see that girl who just threw the wine? She played the substitute until she actually caught feelings. Demanded commitment instead of money, and got dumped in two months. That'll be your fate."

I nodded thoughtfully: "Oh, two months isn't enough. Two months isn't satisfying enough."

My best friend: ?

Before deciding to get Liam.

I did take my brother's feelings into consideration.

To avoid embarrassing him.

I specifically used a fake name.

And a fake identity.

Because my voice is a bit unique, I was afraid I'd be recognized the moment I spoke.

So I never even spoke.

I got a VIP membership at the hotel Liam frequented.

Played the drunk girl for two months.

Finally, I timed it perfectly and "fainted" right into Liam's arms as he walked in.

His gaze paused on my face, which looked incredibly innocent and pure without makeup, and he very gentlemanly put an arm around me.

He let out a low chuckle, seeing right through my intentions: "You look a bit like her. Want to be with me?"

I lowered my head shyly.

Took out my phone and typed a few words into the text box: [Sure. My name is Mia Flora.]

It had been two years.

Liam always thought I was mute.

And I always thought we both silently agreed we were just playing around.

Until last month, when Liam suddenly proposed marriage.

I was stunned.