Chapter 1The Sugar Daddy's Unintended Detour

I was secretly the "kept woman" of the most powerful young tycoon in the capital, too scared to tell my family.

But when he insisted on driving me back to my rural hometown for the Lunar New Year, my brother caught us.

Panicking, I blurted out that he was just a rideshare driver.

My brother scoffed.

"You're full of it. What kind of rideshare app sends a six-million-dollar Rolls-Royce?

"He's your boyfriend, isn't he?

"Tell him to get out here and fight me!"

I went silent.

And mumbled three little words.

"He's my sugar daddy."

* * *

Having been with Arthur Sterling for three years, I knew perfectly well that our relationship was purely transactional.

I was in it for his money and power.

He lusted after my body.

We had an unspoken agreement to never cross those lines.

Until our last intimate encounter before the New Year. The man hovering above me suddenly spoke, his voice husky: "I'll drive you back to your hometown tomorrow?"

The clamor within me hit an immediate pause.

I blinked my unfocused eyes, my thoughts slowly returning.

My gaze landed on his sharp, composed features, trying to figure out what this sugar daddy of mine was thinking.

Hmm.

He didn't seem to be joking.

I couldn't fathom why he would suddenly make such a bizarre request.

But I knew the first rule of being a good canary was obedience.

"Okay, sorry to trouble you, Mr. Sterling."

I offered my usual polite response.

Even though we were currently in an ultra-thin, zero-distance situation.

But a man's heart is a deep ocean.

I don't know which word in that sentence offended this usually tight-lipped eldest son of the Sterling family, but the hand gripping my waist suddenly tightened its hold.

"Hiss—"

I couldn't help but cry out in pain, trying to ask him to be gentler.

Instead, he leaned down, pressed his lips against my earlobe, and said through gritted teeth:

"No trouble. No trouble at all.

"Ms. Vance."