Chapter 2The Million-Dollar Mistake: My Kept Man is a Billionaire

I'm an only child.

My parents' expectations for me were incredibly low: just be happy and stay alive.

When we were poor, my parents were extremely relaxed about the concept of marriage.

"Luna, sweetie, if you find someone you like, get married. If not, don't worry about it. It’s not like we have a throne to pass down. As long as you’re happy."

Once we became millionaires overnight, their tune changed drastically.

"Luna Sterling. You don’t have to get married, but you absolutely must have a child. We actually do have a throne to pass down now."

Look at that. They even started using my full legal name. They were getting formal.

I completely agreed with their logic and began my hunt for an outstanding specimen of a man.

As everyone knows, truly excellent men rarely circulate on the open market.

After five rounds of blind dates, the guys were either gold-diggers drooling over my family's new fortune, or arrogant heirs from established corporate families who looked down on my "new money" status but still wanted to bleed me dry.

Summary: Not a single usable candidate.

I gave up on blind dating entirely and decided to source my own material.

I looked high and low until my sights landed on an exclusive, high-end private club downtown.

I paid a hefty premium just to get my hands on a membership card.

Rumor had it their male hosts were top-tier gorgeous, and they strictly sold companionship, not their bodies.

Hilarious. I didn't need them to sell their bodies.

If I saw one I liked, wouldn't a little wave of my finger be enough to hook him?

A young, rich, beautiful woman like me is practically impossible to find. A lowly club host? He’d be eating out of the palm of my hand.